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Sunrise In The Place De La Concorde Paris August	A
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I stand at the break of day	B
In the Champs Elysees	C
The tremulous shafts of dawning	D
As they shoot o'er the Tuileries early	E
Strike Luxor's cold grey spire	F
And wild in the light of the morning	D
With their marble manes on fire	G
Ramp the white Horses of Marly	E
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But the Place of Concord lies	H
Dead hushed 'neath the ashy skies	H
And the Cities sit in council	E
With sleep in their wide stone eyes	H
I see the mystic plain	I
Where the army of spectres slain	I
In the Emperor's life long war	J
March on with unsounding tread	K
To trumpets whose voice is dead	K
Their spectral chief still leads them	L
The ghostly flash of his sword	M
Like a comet through mist shines far	N
And the noiseless host is poured	M
For the gendarme never heeds them	L
Up the long dim road where thundered	O
The army of Italy onward	O
Through the great pale Arch of the Star	N
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The spectre army fades	P
Far up the glimmering hill	E
But vaguely lingering still	E
A group of shuddering shades	P
Infects the pallid air	Q
Growing dimmer as day invades	P
The hush of the dusky square	Q
There is one that seems a King	D
As if the ghost of a Crown	R
Still shadowed his jail bleached hair	Q
I can hear the guillotine ring	D
As its regicide note rang there	Q
When he laid his tired life down	R
And grew brave in his last despair	Q
And a woman frail and fair	Q
Who weeps at leaving a world	S
Of love and revel and sin	T
In the vast Unknown to be hurled	S
For life was wicked and sweet	U
With kings at her small white feet	U
And one every inch a Queen	V
In life and in death a Queen	V
Whose blood baptized the place	W
In the days of madness and fear	X
Her shade has never a peer	X
In majesty and grace	W
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Murdered and murderers swarm	Y
Slayers that slew and were slain	I
Till the drenched place smoked with the rain	I
That poured in a torrent warm	Y
Till red as the Riders of Edom	Y
Were splashed the white garments of Freedom	Y
With the wash of the horrible storm	Y
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And Liberty's hands were not clean	V
In the day of her pride unchained	U
Her royal hands were stained	U
With the life of a King and Queen	V
And darker than that with the blood	U
Of the nameless brave and good	U
Whose blood in witness clings	Z
More damning than Queens' and Kings'	Z
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Has she not paid it dearly	E
Chained watching her chosen nation	A2
Grinding late and early	E
In the mills of usurpation	A2
Have not her holy tears	B2
Flowing through shameful years	C2
Washed the stains from her tortured hands	D2
We thought so when God's fresh breeze	C
Blowing over the sleeping lands	D2
In 'Forty Eight waked the world	U
And the Burgher King was hurled	U
From that palace behind the trees	C
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As Freedom with eyes aglow	E
Smiled glad through her childbirth pain	I
How was the mother to know	E
That her woe and travail were vain	I
A smirking servant smiled	U
When she gave him her child to keep	E2
Did she know he would strangle the child	U
As it lay in his arms asleep	E2
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Liberty's cruellest shame	Y
She is stunned and speechless yet	U
In her grief and bloody sweat	U
Shall we make her trust her blame	Y
The treasure of 'Forty Eight	U
A lurking jail bird stole	E
She can but watch and wait	U
As the swift sure seasons roll	E
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And when in God's good hour	G
Comes the time of the brave and true	F2
Freedom again shall rise	H
With a blaze in her awful eyes	H
That shall wither this robber power	G
As the sun now dries the dew	F2
This Place shall roar with the voice	G2
Of the glad triumphant people	E
And the heavens be gay with the chimes	H2
Ringing with jubilant noise	I2
From every clamorous steeple	E
The coming of better times	H2
And the dawn of Freedom waking	D
Shall fling its splendours far	N
Like the day which now is breaking	D
On the great pale Arch of the Star	N
And back o'er the town shall fly	E
While the joy bells wild are ringing	D
To crown the Glory springing	D
From the Column of July	E

John Milton Hay

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