JOSEPHINE'S REMONSTRANCE.
"Bonaparte, behold that bright star; it is mine! and remember, to mine—not thine—has sovereignty been promised. Separate, then, our fates, and your star fades."
Nay, bid me not depart from thee!
Thou hast not said the word;
Or it is all forgotten now,
Or else not rightly heard.
Thou hast not said the word;
Or it is all forgotten now,
Or else not rightly heard.
Speak quickly! tell me 't is not so I
I have not heard aright!
Thou wouldst not cast upon my soul
This dark and withering blight!
I have not heard aright!
Thou wouldst not cast upon my soul
This dark and withering blight!
Napoleon! in that fatal hour
Peace will from thee depart;
And not alone shall I be doomed
To bear a broken heart.
Peace will from thee depart;
And not alone shall I be doomed
To bear a broken heart.
