AT THE REVERE HOUSE,
THE land of sunshine and of song!
Her name your hearts divine;
To her the banquet’s vows belong
Whose breasts have poured its wine;
Our trusty friend, our true ally
Through varied change and chance
So, fill your flashing goblets high,–
I give you, VIVE LA FRANCE!
Above our hosts in triple folds
The selfsame colors spread,
Where Valor’s faithful arm upholds
The blue, the white, the red;
Alike each nation’s glittering crest
Reflects the morning’s glance,–
Twin eagles, soaring east and west
Once more, then, VIVE LA FRANCE!
Sister in trial! who shall count
Thy generous friendship’s claim,
Whose blood ran mingling in the fount
That gave our land its name,
Till Yorktown saw in blended line
Our conquering arms advance,
And victory’s double garlands twine
Our banners? VIVE LA FRANCE!
O land of heroes! in our need
One gift from Heaven we crave
To stanch these wounds that vainly bleed,–
The wise to lead the brave!
Call back one Captain of thy past
From glory’s marble trance,
Whose name shall be a bugle-blast
To rouse us! VIVE LA FRANCE!
Pluck Conde’s baton from the trench,
Wake up stout Charles Martel,
Or find some woman’s hand to clench
The sword of La Pucelle!
Give us one hour of old Turenne,–
One lift of Bayard’s lance,–
Nay, call Marengo’s Chief again
To lead us! VIVE LA FRANCE!
Ah, hush! our welcome Guest shall hear
But sounds of peace and joy;
No angry echo vex thine ear,
Fair Daughter of Savoy
Once more! the land of arms and arts,
Of glory, grace, romance;
Her love lies warm in all our hearts
God bless her! VIVE LA FRANCE!