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SONG OF THE SEPTEMBRISEURS by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER

First Line: THERE IS DEARTH
Last Line: IS OURS TO-DAY.
Subject(s): FRENCH REVOLUTION (1789);

THERE is dearth
On the earth--
Who brought it there?--
Let them live,
Let them thrive
On their dainty fare.

Let them laugh
As they quaff
While we droop and die--
Let them smile
All the while
At our starving cry.

Let the poor
Still endure
And their hearts be sad--
Let the great
Keep their state,
Let them eat and be glad.

Let them feed
Till they bleed
'Neath the people's darts--
Oh! 'tis good
When our food
Is their quivering hearts!

Oh! 'tis fine
The rich wine
From their streaming veins--
Let them feel
Our sharp steel,
Let them die in long pains.

Let them weep
As they sleep
And dream of our name--
Let them quake
When they wake
Before death of shame.

Let them writhe
'Neath the scythe
That shall mow them down--
Let them know
All the woe
Of the people's frown.

For the hour
Of their power
Has passed away,
And the might
As the right
Is ours to-day.






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