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To President Loubet
O chosen Leader of that chosen race
Of whom sprang chivalry and high-souled romance,
And all the arts of greatness and of grace—
Welcome invader, and unarmed for ill,
Who comest to spoil us of our heart's good will,
And win us with the charm of sunny France!
Of whom sprang chivalry and high-souled romance,
And all the arts of greatness and of grace—
Welcome invader, and unarmed for ill,
Who comest to spoil us of our heart's good will,
And win us with the charm of sunny France!
On many a field of yore our hosts have met,
Shoulder to shoulder some, some hand to hand,
Nobly in valour matched—matched noblier yet
Now when, the sea-mist from betwixt us blown,
Old feuds forgotten and old fears out-grown,
Neighbour greets neighbour, and land smiles on land!
Shoulder to shoulder some, some hand to hand,
Nobly in valour matched—matched noblier yet
Now when, the sea-mist from betwixt us blown,
Old feuds forgotten and old fears out-grown,
Neighbour greets neighbour, and land smiles on land!
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