Indecencies of men—God save the race,
That human virtue may not die at last!
O France, all this is not thy nobler heart,
What love and honor thou hast ever shown;
What triumph for thyself, for us and all!
Thy virtue dieth not, nor truth, nor those
Inspired of Heaven through the ages past,
The now and evermore; these lofty hosts
And we, who love aright, will see thy soul,
All torn by vice and mocking devils, whole;