Within, around thy growing heart, now gay,
Now sad, now brave and true, now sick and vile,
Epitome of man and race of men,
Foretaste of Heaven and prelude to Hell—
Thy lovers, far and near, have felt and fought,
O France, for thee, and for thy perfect day.
NOTRE DAME.
Thy Notre Dame of yore and now—behold
What records writ, and deeds unwritten more!