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STORIES OF
after it was written, and is as follows. Unfor-tunately the translator's name is not given:
I.
' ' Y e sons of France, awake to glory, Hark, hark what myriads bid you rise, Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries ! Shall hateful tyiants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding ?
REFRAIN. " To arms ! to arms, ye brave ' Th' avenging sword unsheath ! March on, march on, all hearts resolved To victory or death.
II.
"Now, now the dangerous storm is scowling Which treacherous Kings, confederate, raise ; The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, And lo ! our fields and cities blaze, And shall we basely view the ruin, While lawless force, with guilty stride, Spreads desolation far and wide, With crimes and blood his hands embruing ?
III. " With luxury and pride surrounded, The vile, insatiate despots dare, Their thirst of power and gold unbounded, To mete and vend the light and air; 66 |
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