THE THREE GLORIOUS DAYS

 ("Frères, vous avez vos journées.") 
 
 {I., July, 1830.} 


 Youth of France, sons of the bold, 
 Your oak-leaf victor-wreaths behold! 
 Our civic-laurels—honored dead! 
 So bright your triumphs in life's morn, 
 Your maiden-standards hacked and torn, 
 On Austerlitz might lustre shed. 
 
 All that your fathers did re-done— 
 A people's rights all nobly won— 
 Ye tore them living from the shroud! 
 Three glorious days bright July's gift, 
 The Bastiles off our hearts ye lift! 
 Oh! of such deeds be ever proud! 
 
 Of patriot sires ye lineage claim, 
 Their souls shone in your eye of flame; 
 Commencing the great work was theirs; 
 On you the task to finish laid 
 Your fruitful mother, France, who bade 
 Flow in one day a hundred years. 
 
 E'en chilly Albion admires, 
 The grand example Europe fires; 
 America shall clap her hands, 
 When swiftly o'er the Atlantic wave, 
 Fame sounds the news of how the brave, 
 In three bright days, have burst their bands! 
 
 With tyrant dead your fathers traced 
 A circle wide, with battles graced; 
 Victorious garland, red and vast! 
 Which blooming out from home did go 
 To Cadiz, Cairo, Rome, Moscow, 
 From Jemappes to Montmirail passed! 
 
 Of warlike Lyceums{1} ye are 
 The favored sons; there, deeds of war 
 Formed e'en your plays, while o'er you shook 
 The battle-flags in air aloft! 
 Passing your lines, Napoleon oft 
 Electrified you with a look! 
 
 Eagle of France! whose vivid wing 
 Did in a hundred places fling 
 A bloody feather, till one night 
 The arrow whelmed thee 'neath the wave! 
 Look up—rejoice—for now thy brave 
 And worthy eaglets dare the light. 
 
 ELIZABETH COLLINS. 
 
 {Footnote 1: The pupils of the Polytechnic Military School distinguished 
 themselves by their patriotic zeal and military skill, through all the 
 troubles.} 


 

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