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L'Eternelle France.

O France, fair France,
Thorough change or chance
Thou art still the world's desire!
Still, still thy name
Sets love aflame,
And chivalry on fire!
Thy forty years
Of vigil and tears
Were furnace fires to anneal;
And the felon stroke,
Foul-falling, broke
On thy long-tempered steel.
The lilies wake;
The banners shake
That shone 'neath glorious suns.

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Thy ghosts of pride
Arise and ride
With thy new-famous ones.
Not vain nor lost
Is the holocaust
Of life in the battle flung!
Thou hast bathed in the flood
Of thy children's blood
To emerge immortal and young.