Youth of France, sons of the bold,
  Your oak-leaf victor-wreaths behold!
  Our civic-laurelsâhonored dead!
   So bright your triumphs in lifeâs morn,
   Your maiden-standards hacked and torn,
  On Austerlitz might lustre shed.
  All that your fathers did re-doneâ
  A peopleâs rights all nobly wonâ
  Ye tore them living from the shroud!
   Three glorious days bright Julyâs gift,
   The Bastiles off our hearts ye lift!
  Oh! of such deeds be ever proud!
  Of patriot sires ye lineage claim,
  Their souls shone in your eye of flame;
  Commencing the great work was theirs;
   On you the task to finish laid
   Your fruitful mother, France, who bade
  Flow in one day a hundred years.
  E'en chilly Albion admires,
  The grand example Europe fires;
  America shall clap her hands,
   When swiftly o'er the Atlantic wave,
   Fame sounds the news of how the brave,
  In three bright days, have burst their bands!
  With tyrant dead your fathers traced
  A circle wide, with battles graced;
  Victorious garland, red and vast!
   Which blooming out from home did go
   To Cadiz, Cairo, Rome, Moscow,
  From Jemappes to Montmirail passed!
  Of warlike Lyceums{1} ye are
  The favored sons; there, deeds of war
  Formed e'en your plays, while o'er you shook
    The battle-flags in air aloft!
    Passing your lines, Napoleon oft
  Electrified you with a look!
  Eagle of France! whose vivid wing
  Did in a hundred places fling
  A bloody feather, till one night
    The arrow whelmed thee âneath the wave!
    Look upârejoiceâfor now thy brave
  And worthy eaglets dare the light.
  {Footnote 1: The pupils of the Polytechnic Military School distinguished
  themselves by their patriotic zeal and military skill, through all the
  troubles.}
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