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I stand at the break of day	A
In the Champs Elysees	B
The tremulous shafts of dawning	C
As they shoot o'er the Tuileries early	D
Strike Luxor's cold gray spire	E
And wild in the light of the morning	C
With their marble manes on fire	F
Ramp the white Horses of Marly	D
	-
But the Place of Concord lies	G
Dead hushed 'neath the ashy skies	G
And the Cities sit in council	D
With sleep in their wide stone eyes	G
I see the mystic plain	H
Where the army of spectres slain	H
In the Emperor's life long war	I
March on with unsounding tread	J
To trumpets whose voice is dead	J
Their spectral chief still leads them	K
The ghostly flash of his sword	L
Like a comet through mist shines far	M
And the noiseless host is poured	L
For the gendarme never heeds them	K
Up the long dim road where thundered	N
The army of Italy onward	N
Through the great pale Arch of the Star	M
	-
The spectre army fades	O
Far up the glimmering hill	D
But vaguely lingering still	D
A group of shuddering shades	O
Infects the pallid air	P
Growing dimmer as day invades	O
The hush of the dusky square	P
There is one that seems a King	C
As if the ghost of a Crown	Q
Still shadowed his jail bleached hair	P
I can hear the guillotine ring	C
As its regicide note rang there	P
When he laid his tired life down	Q
And grew brave in his last despair	P
And a woman frail and fair	P
Who weeps at leaving a world	R
Of love and revel and sin	S
In the vast Unknown to be hurled	R
For life was wicked and sweet	T
With kings at her small white feet	T
And one every inch a Queen	U
In life and in death a Queen	U
Whose blood baptized the place	V
In the days of madness and fear	W
Her shade has never a peer	W
In majesty and grace	V
	-
Murdered and murderers swarm	X
Slayers that slew and were slain	H
Till the drenched place smoked with the rain	H
That poured in a torrent warm	X
Till red as the Rider's of Edom	X
Were splashed the white garments of Freedom	X
With the wash of the horrible storm	X
	-
And Liberty's hands were not clean	U
In the day of her pride unchained	T
Her royal hands were stained	T
With the life of a King and Queen	U
And darker than that with the blood	T
Of the nameless brave and good	T
Whose blood in witness clings	Y
More damning than Queens' and Kings'	Y
	-
Has she not paid it dearly	D
Chained watching her chosen nation	Z
Grinding late and early	D
In the mills of usurpation	Z
Have not her holy tears	A2
Flowing through shameful years	B2
Washed the stains from her tortured hands	C2
We thought so when God's fresh breeze	B
Blowing over the sleeping lands	C2
In 'Forty Eight waked the world	T
And the Burgher King was hurled	T
From that palace behind the trees	B
	-
As Freedom with eyes aglow	D
Smiled glad through her childbirth pain	H
How was the mother to know	D
That her woe and travail were vain	H
A smirking servant smiled	T
When she gave him her child to keep	D2
Did she know he would strangle the child	T
As it lay in his arms asleep	D2
	-
Liberty's cruellest shame	X
She is stunned and speechless yet	T
In her grief and bloody sweat	T
Shall we make her trust her blame	X
The treasure of 'Forty Eight	T
A lurking jail bird stole	D
She can but watch and wait	T
As the swift sure seasons roll	D
	-
And when in God's good hour	F
Comes the time of the brave and true	E2
Freedom again shall rise	G
With a blaze in her awful eyes	G
That shall wither this robber power	F
As the sun now dries the dew	E2
This Place shall roar with the voice	F2
Of the glad triumphant people	D
And the heavens be gay with the chimes	G2
Ringing with jubilant noise	H2
From every clamorous steeple	D
The coming of better times	G2
And the dawn of Freedom waking	C
Shall fling its splendors far	M
Like the day which now is breaking	C
On the great pale Arch of the Star	M
And back o'er the town shall fly	D
While the joy bells wild are ringing	C
To crown the Glory springing	C
From the Column of July	D

John Hay

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