Ā Ā Youth of France, sons of the bold,
Ā Ā Your oak-leaf victor-wreaths behold!
Ā Ā Our civic-laurelsāhonored dead!
Ā Ā Ā So bright your triumphs in lifeās morn,
Ā Ā Ā Your maiden-standards hacked and torn,
Ā Ā On Austerlitz might lustre shed.
Ā Ā All that your fathers did re-doneā
Ā Ā A peopleās rights all nobly wonā
Ā Ā Ye tore them living from the shroud!
Ā Ā Ā Three glorious days bright Julyās gift,
Ā Ā Ā The Bastiles off our hearts ye lift!
Ā Ā Oh! of such deeds be ever proud!
Ā Ā Of patriot sires ye lineage claim,
Ā Ā Their souls shone in your eye of flame;
Ā Ā Commencing the great work was theirs;
Ā Ā Ā On you the task to finish laid
Ā Ā Ā Your fruitful mother, France, who bade
Ā Ā Flow in one day a hundred years.
Ā Ā E'en chilly Albion admires,
Ā Ā The grand example Europe fires;
Ā Ā America shall clap her hands,
Ā Ā Ā When swiftly o'er the Atlantic wave,
Ā Ā Ā Fame sounds the news of how the brave,
Ā Ā In three bright days, have burst their bands!
Ā Ā With tyrant dead your fathers traced
Ā Ā A circle wide, with battles graced;
Ā Ā Victorious garland, red and vast!
Ā Ā Ā Which blooming out from home did go
Ā Ā Ā To Cadiz, Cairo, Rome, Moscow,
Ā Ā From Jemappes to Montmirail passed!
Ā Ā Of warlike Lyceums{1} ye are
Ā Ā The favored sons; there, deeds of war
Ā Ā Formed e'en your plays, while o'er you shook
Ā Ā Ā Ā The battle-flags in air aloft!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Passing your lines, Napoleon oft
Ā Ā Electrified you with a look!
Ā Ā Eagle of France! whose vivid wing
Ā Ā Did in a hundred places fling
Ā Ā A bloody feather, till one night
Ā Ā Ā Ā The arrow whelmed thee āneath the wave!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Look upārejoiceāfor now thy brave
Ā Ā And worthy eaglets dare the light.
Ā Ā {Footnote 1: The pupils of the Polytechnic Military School distinguished
Ā Ā themselves by their patriotic zeal and military skill, through all the
Ā Ā troubles.}
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