by Alphonse de Lamartinetranslated by J. P. M., Littell's Living Age — Volume 169… (1886)
“ What sobs, what prayers of mourners do I hear? What mean those tapers pale, that chanted knell? Dost thou, O Death, thus whisper in mine ear For the last time? On the grave's brink I break My earthly slumbers; and to life awake! 2. Soul, spark most precious of a flame divine, Immortal dweller in a frame that dies, Hush these alarms: for freedom shall be thine. ”
