"TO-DAY FOR ME".
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He that planted the ear shall He not hear,
Nor He smite who formed the hand?"
Vengeance is Mine, is Mine," thus saith the Lord:—
O Man, put up thy sword.
Nor He smite who formed the hand?"
Vengeance is Mine, is Mine," thus saith the Lord:—
O Man, put up thy sword.
2.
"TO-DAY FOR ME."
SHE sitteth still who used to dance,
She weepeth sore and more and more;—
Let us sit with thee weeping sore,
O fair France.
She weepeth sore and more and more;—
Let us sit with thee weeping sore,
O fair France.
She trembleth as the days advance
Who used to be so light of heart:—
We in thy trembling bear a part,
Sister France.
Who used to be so light of heart:—
We in thy trembling bear a part,
Sister France.
Her eyes shine tearful as they glance:
"Who shall give back my slaughtered sons?
"Bind up," she saith,"my wounded ones."—
Alas, France!
"Who shall give back my slaughtered sons?
"Bind up," she saith,"my wounded ones."—
Alas, France!
She struggles in a deathly trance,
As in a dream her pulses stir,
She hears the nations calling her,
"France, France, France."
As in a dream her pulses stir,
She hears the nations calling her,
"France, France, France."
