Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1858-12-02
TOWANDA:
orrsdav Morning, December 2, 1858.
Original 4oetru,
WRITTEN FOR THE REPoRTER.
IMPRESS EUGENIA, OF FRANCE.

NJ ..-l Fmpress Fair and lovely as a painted model
90 vision of the widest poets dream
.- bIossom Rvaling in magnifcence
INV gorgeous sister flowers whose
-,,#,- blooming, fading hours, have passed
n iii the sunny skies of France.
r,-sd thoughts suggest themselve concerning thee
,..-s has formed thee passing fair. In lovelness
.-.s,ient. And destiny has crowned thy lofty brow
A -. r,,-sl wreaths of Fame.
.--r, courtiers press to touch thy silken robes.
:, y-s. and princes bend the willing knee
Il maze to thy beauty. Garlands are gathered
Il rounc and innocent and cast beneath thy feet.
..,,ne is heralded from north to SOUTH from east
Il =, and natures stores and arts inventions
ID suhservient all to thee. The choicest webs from
,o ,o,r1s the finest pearls from Oceans bruy depths
N .sts,t perfumes from the Orient climes, and most
Y ns frut from southern isles are sought for thee
Fl ,rry from any land but ministers TO thy delight!
>, laden 50 coveted sits gracefully upon thy crowned
"a The regal ceremonial, and imposing rite,
n !, .sslel thv name in conjunction with
N !. srowedced sovereign of the vine wreathed realms
,gs,,e. Gay sunny. yet caprcious, false,
n -,,,npv France, whose national respiration
,,-ra ries Of convulsve throes, resembling much
rarorkiugs Of the mighty deep, now sleeping
Il .,-'sssly in its solemn majesty and anon lashed
4 - 1ry by the laundering Of the storm, Gods
.ral voice Beneath thy costly robe, proud Empress
y ~ basom covered O'er with gems and laces,
4 --ts uromdn's heart? 4 woman's gentle, loving
.1, All and through thy brain pressed heavily
i a~reled crown. sweeps there woman's thought
T.l nirth and revelry are DER, and pOmp and
sz,1trv ar. laid aside and tired and weary nature
a3ae,1 av,la
yv to the high and lofty as TO the humble peasant;
vs it with thee Is peace dweller in thy bosom?
-, balmy tranquil sleep, rest thy eyehds? And do
lst1l dreams entrance thy wakeful spirit?
ne there no sad and mournful faces to keep night
r,ls round thy royal couch? Faces of chisseled
2sa.v made ghastly wan with dreadful anguish!
,r, din with sorrows tears Disordered streaming
s.5s banched white with sudden terror! And
Is Of mortal paeness, whispering dread tales
a.GnE crowns, Of tottering thrones, of
-7l-y Dungeons, and deeds Of violence and blood
a. does lore for him, the partner of thy greatness,
,s7rethy breast2 And he, a way-worn voyager
), ,aa, sea, whose polluted waters never
2.z,1 with pure affection for thy sex? And
gssG the little King of Rome dsrobed of
Taes trappings and all the cumbering forms
u, yex his free youGg spirit, is gathered to
Is Mothers heart: comes there no yearning wish
tear him far away from party animosities,
aza,al veIations intrigues, and bloody feuus:
.3 in some quiet, safe retreat. lead his young
* paths Of pleasantness and peace
l-2,ss, Of France we envy not thy greatness.
e .o7el not thy honors But 10 the God of
i1ons lift our voice in fervent Invocation
Ii Be may keep thee in the hollow Of his hand,
d. hat thy sun Of life, may not go down in
592t But when the scepter falls from thy
llIng grasp and earthly glories vanish
I'm thy sight, may he who Teigns the King
g A1gs. lead thee with loving hand. into His
=, Inheritance and place upon thy head
4 ATTY crown, whose brightness fadeth
is4Esy.