Emma Lazarus - Destiny: 1856 lyrics

Paris, from throats of iron, silver, bra**, Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells, And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan swells. The air is starred with flags, the chanted ma** Throngs all the churches, yet the broad streets swarm With glad-eyed groups who chatter, laugh, and pa**, In holiday confusion, cla** with cla**. And over all the spring, the sun-floods warm! In the Imperial palace that March morn, The beautiful young mother lay and smiled; For by her side just breathed the Prince, her child, Heir to an empire, to the purple born, Crowned with the Titan's name that stirs the heart Like a blown clarion--one more Bonaparte.