There is a longer hour, a deeper cup!

The blossom’s gone, but we shall see the fruit.

And life was made for happiness, my douce!

A Voice from the River

Mourir pour la patrie,

Mourir pour la France.

De Vardes

It is a hymn of Chénier’s.—France! France!

Not since the days of Clovis hast thou lacked

Strong sons to die for thee, thou Lioness!