Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all

By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul;

Furious in luxury, merciless in toil,

Terrible with strength renewed from a tireless soil;

Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind,

First to face the Truth and last to leave old Truths behind—

France, beloved of every soul that loves or serves its kind!

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'FOR ALL WE HAVE AND ARE'

1914.

For all we have and are,

For all our children's fate,

Stand up and take the war,

The Hun is at the gate!

Our world has passed away,

In wantonness o'erthrown.

There is nothing left to-day

But steel and fire and stone!

Though all we knew depart,

The old Commandments stand:—

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