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Stephen Storace
(1762 - 1796)
Lamentation of Marie Antoinette (reduced accompaniment)
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Lamentation of Marie Antoinette, late Queen of France, on the morning of her execution, publ. London, 1793.
Lyrics: Anon
These eyes, that three long anxious years
Have wak'd to view unceasing woes,
Now swoll'n with sorrow, dim with tears,
One awful moment soon shall close.
Oh Lord, receive a contrite heart;
The suff'rer in her anguish save:
Sustain me in the hours that part
The monarch's prison from her grave.
Those pledges of a saint in heav'n
My voice, in death, to thee commends:
To nature be this pang forgiv'n,
And angels be the orphans' friends.
The murderers come; be hush'd my woe;
So sound of grief my silence break,
Lest tears, that for my children flow,
The tyrants' rage against them wake.
Their ruthless guards my steps attend;
The fatal axe of death they raise;
And on my life, disastrous end,
Exulting crowds around me gaze.
My hands they bind; be firm, my heart!
On earth no longer suff'ring crave:
Past are the painful hours that part
The monarch's prison from her grave.
These eyes, that three long anxious years
Have wak'd to view unceasing woes,
Now swoll'n with sorrow, dim with tears,
One awful moment soon shall close.
Oh Lord, receive a contrite heart;
The suff'rer in her anguish save:
Sustain me in the hours that part
The monarch's prison from her grave.
Those pledges of a saint in heav'n
My voice, in death, to thee commends:
To nature be this pang forgiv'n,
And angels be the orphans' friends.
The murderers come; be hush'd my woe;
So sound of grief my silence break,
Lest tears, that for my children flow,
The tyrants' rage against them wake.
Their ruthless guards my steps attend;
The fatal axe of death they raise;
And on my life, disastrous end,
Exulting crowds around me gaze.
My hands they bind; be firm, my heart!
On earth no longer suff'ring crave:
Past are the painful hours that part
The monarch's prison from her grave.