There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgiums capital had gatherd then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone oer fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes lookd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell.
But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye not hear it?No! t was but the wind, Or the car rattling oer the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.