And there were those amid the French filled with a rapture stern
And long the cry resounded: "Live the Regiment of Auverne!"
Long live the Gallic Army and long live splendid France,
The Power that gives to History the beauty of Romance!
Upon our right commanded one dearer by far than all,
The hero who first came to us and came without a call;
Whose name with that of his leader all histories entwine,
The one as is the mighty oak, the other as the vine;
The one the staff, the other the great banner on its lance—
Now, need I name the dearest name of all the names of France?
Oh, Marquis brave! Upon this shaft, deep-cut thy cherished name
Twin Old Mortalities shall find—fond Gratitude and Fame!
THE TWO LEADERS.
Two chieftains watch the battle's tide and listen as it rolls
And only HEAVEN above can tell the tumult of their souls!
Cornwallis saw the British power struck down by one fell blow,
A Gallic spearhead on the lance that laid the Lion low.
But the Father of his Country saw the future all unrolled,
Independence blazed before him written down in text of gold,