THE land of sunshine and of song...

THE land of sunshine and of song!

Her name your hearts divine;

To her the banquet's vows belong

Whose breasts have poured its wine;

Our trusty friend, our true ally

Through varied change and chance

So, fill your flashing goblets high,—

I give you, VIVE LA FRANCE!

Above our hosts in triple folds

The selfsame colors spread,

Where Valor's faithful arm upholds

The blue, the white, the red;

Alike each nation's glittering crest

Reflects the morning's glance,—

Twin eagles, soaring east and west

Once more, then, VIVE LA FRANCE!

Sister in trial! who shall count

Thy generous friendship's claim,

Whose blood ran mingling in the fount

That gave our land its name,

Till Yorktown saw in blended line

Our conquering arms advance,

And victory's double garlands twine

Our banners? VIVE LA FRANCE!

O land of heroes! in our need

One gift from Heaven we crave

To stanch these wounds that vainly bleed,—

The wise to lead the brave!

Call back one Captain of thy past

From glory's marble trance,

Whose name shall be a bugle-blast

To rouse us! VIVE LA FRANCE!

Pluck Conde's baton from the trench,

Wake up stout Charles Martel,

Or find some woman's hand to clench

The sword of La Pucelle!

Give us one hour of old Turenne,—

One lift of Bayard's lance,—

Nay, call Marengo's Chief again

To lead us! VIVE LA FRANCE!

Ah, hush! our welcome Guest shall hear

But sounds of peace and joy;

No angry echo vex thine ear,

Fair Daughter of Savoy

Once more! the land of arms and arts,

Of glory, grace, romance;

Her love lies warm in all our hearts

God bless her! VIVE LA FRANCE!