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La Parisienne
(4 April 1793 – 11 December 1843 / Le Havre)

La Parisienne

Poem By Jean Francois Casimir Delavigne

Gallant nation ! now before you
Freedom, beckoning onward, stands !
Let no tyrant's sway be o'er you, —
Wrest the sceptre from his hands !
Paris gave the general cry :
Glory, Fame, and Liberty !
Speed, warriors, speed,
Though thousands bleed,
Pierced by the leaden ball, or crushed by thundering steed !
Conquest waits, — your foemen die !

Keep your serried ranks in order;
Sons of France, your country calls !
Gory hecatombs accord her, —
Well she merits each who falls !
Happy day ! the general cry
Echoed naught but Liberty !
Speed, warriors, speed,
Though thousands bleed,
Pierced by the leaden ball, or crushed by thundering steed !
Conquest waits, — your foemen die !

Vain the shot may sweep along you,
Ranks of warriors now displayed !
Youthful generals are among you,
By the great occasion made !
Happy day ! the general cry
Echoed naught but Liberty !
Speed, warriors, speed,
Though thousands bleed,
Pierced by the leaden ball, or crushed by thundering steed !
Conquest waits, — your foemen die !

Foremost, who the Carlist lancee
With the banner-staff has met ?
Freedom's votary advances,
Venerable Lafayette !
Happy day ! the general cry
Echoed naught but Liberty !
Speed, warriors, speed,
Though thousands bleed,
Pierced by the leaden ball, or crushed by thundering steed !
Conquest wails, — your foemen die !

Triple dyes again combining,
See the squadrons onward go !
In the country's heaven shining,
Mark the various-colored bow !
Happy day ! the general cry
Echoed naught but Liberty !
Speed, warriors, speed,
Though thousands bleed,
Pierced by the leaden ball, or crushed by thundering steed !
Conquest waits, — your foemen die !

Heroes of that banner gleaming,
Ye, who bore it in the fray, —
Orleans' troops ! your blood was streaming
Freely on that fatal day !
From the page of history
We have learned the general cry !
Speed, warriors, speed,
Though thousands bleed,
Pierced by the leaden ball, or crushed by thundering steed !
Conquest waits, — your foemen die !

Muffled drum, thy music lonely
Answers to the mourner's sighs !
Laurels, for the valiant only,
Ornament their obsequies !
Sacred fane of Liberty,
Let their memories never die !
Bear to his grave
Each warrior brave
Who fell in Freedom's cause, his country's rights to save,
Crowned with fame and victory !

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