THE HEART OF FRANCE
O France, beloved; fickle, fearless France!
What heights are thine and what unfathomed depths,
From Roman old and Jupiter the great,
To Notre Dame and her eternal day.
Thy famous little “Ile de la cité,”
Birth place of Paris and a state renowned,
And buoyant bosom of thy ceaseless Seine
Were wronged by Vandal and the vicious Gaul,
Coveted long by kings, and last by cunning Kaiser.