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Heart of France for a hundred years, / Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong, / Quick to throb with her hopes and fears, / Fierce to flame with her sense of wrong!
You, who hailed with a morning song / Dream-light gilding a throne of old: / You, who turned when the dream grew cold, / Singing still, to the light that shone / Pure from Liberty's ancient throne, / Over the human throng!