THE FRENCH IN THE TRENCHES.

And as the allied hosts advance

All the left wing is given to France,

Is given to France and — Fame!

Yes, these together always ride

The Dioscouroi of the tide

Where War plays out the game!

And that broad front‘ tis her's to hold

With hand of iron, heart of gold

And helmet plumed with flame.

Across the river broad she sends

DeChoisy and Lauzun where ends

The leaguer far and wide,

While Weedon seconds as he may

The gallant Frenchmen in array

Upon the Gloucester side.

As waves hurled on a stranded keel

Make all the oaken timbers reel

With many a pond'rous blow,

So day by day, and night by night

The French like billows foaming white

Thunder against the foe.