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Of what she holds within



Responsive to Life's deeper springs.

She above the nations blest



In fruitful and in liveliest,

In all that servant earth to heavenly bidding brings,



The devotee of Glory, she may win

Glory despoiling none, enrich her kind,



Illume her land, and take the royal seat

Unto the strong self-conqueror assigned.



But ah, when speaks a loaded breath the double name,

Humanity's old Foeman winks agrin.



Her constant Angel eyes her heart's quick beat,

The thrill of shadow coursing through her frame.



Like wind among the ranks of amber wheat.

Our Europe, vowed to unity or torn,



Observes her face, as shepherds note the morn,

And in a ruddy beacon mark an end



That for the flock in their grave hearing rings.

Specked overhead the imminent vulture wings



At poise, one fatal movement indiscreet,

Sprung from the Aetna passions' mad revolts,



Draws down; the midnight hovers to descend;

And dire as Indian noons of ulcer heat



Anticipating tempest and the bolts,

Hangs curtained terrors round her next day's door,



Death's emblems for the breast of Europe flings;

The breast that waits a spark to fire her store.



Shall, then, the great vitality, France,

Signal the backward step once more;



Again a Goddess Fortune trace

Amid the Deities, and pledge to chance



One whom we never could replace?

Now may she tune her nature's many strings



To noble harmony, be seen, be known.

It was the foreign France, the unruly, feared;



Little for all her witcheries endeared;

Theatrical of arrogance, a sprite



With gaseous vapours overblown,

In her conceit of power ensphered,



Foredoomed to violate and atone;

Her the grim conqueror's iron might



Avengeing clutched, distrusting rent;

Not that sharp intellect with fire endowed



To cleave our webs, run lightnings through our cloud;

Not virtual France, the France benevolent,



The chivalrous, the many-stringed, sublime

At intervals, and oft in sweetest chime;



Though perilously instrument,

A breast for any having godlike gleam.



This France could no antagonist disesteem,

To spurn at heel and confiscate her brood.



Albeit a waverer between heart and mind,

And laurels won from sky or plucked from blood,



Which wither all the wreath when intertwined,

This cherishable France she may redeem.



Beloved of Earth, her heart should feel at length

How much unto Earth's offspring it doth owe.



Obstructions are for levelling, have we strength;

'Tis poverty of soul conceived a foe.



Rejected be the wrath that keeps unhealed

Her panting wound; to higher Courts appealed



The wrongs discerned of higher: Europe waits:

She chooses God or gambles with the Fates.



Shines the new Helen in Alsace-Lorraine,

A darker river severs Rhine and Rhone,



Is heard a deadlier Epic of the twain;

We see a Paris burn



Or France Napoleon.

For yet he breathes whom less her heart forswears



While trembles its desire to thwart her mind:

The Tyrant lives in Victory's return.



What figure with recurrent footstep fares




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