- THERE was a sound of revelry by night,
- And Belgium’s capital had gathered then
- Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
- The lamps shone o’er fair women and brave men.
- A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
- Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
- Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
- And all went merry as a marriage bell;
- But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
- Did ye not hear it? — No; ’twas but the wind,
- Or the car rattling o’er the stony street;
- On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
- No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet
- To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
- But hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more,
- As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
- And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before;
- Arm! arm! it is — it is — the cannon’s opening roar!
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