Till morning dawn and Lucifer withdraw His beamy chariot, let not the loud bell Call forth thy negroes from their rushy couch: And ere the sun with mid-day fervor glow, When every broom-bush opes her yellow flower, Let thy black laborers from their toil desist:

The gathering crowds along Ajaccio's streets Felt Freedom's fervor kindle in their souls; And Murat's banner fann'd the glorious flame.