哦,golden-lilied女王吗?不朽的法国!你heritress of storied name and deed, As thou hast pluck?d, so oft, from cumb?ring weed The fragrant flow?rs of Freedom and Romance, So shalt thou seize to-day the fateful chance That comes to thee in this thy hour of need, When once again thy sacred frontiers bleed Beneath the thrust of the Invader?s lance. For, with the hour, hath also come again The pure and splendid spirit of the Maid To nerve they sons and wipe away thy tears, Till, sanctified by Sorrow, purged by pain, Thou shalt arise, unfettered, unafraid, And walk in honour down the deathless years.