The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1862-12-05
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Then, with a peal of the trumpet, tn.
mighty chorus resounded: bs3iaU od5
(. To arms, citizens your battalions fofmI!la
,.1tg,sd II I, March on, march on! aeis gseg
Until the beams of peace succeed the storm
This time there was, such, a CONJUNCTION
among all the auditors that Rouget rde
lIsle, before singing a fourth verse, wa:
obliged to beg silence. m ,Tbeg33 eJ, esefi
He was. listened to feverishly.I 5raa,nyo
d The indignant voice became menacing
rt g sTremble, tyrants with your allies, sibEe
80 Whom all hate with one accord. sar,o ~
Tremble! for your murd 'rous projects +,
~ Are fated soon to gain reward = 80"
If our heroes should fall battling -j7iF9 li&
yig Fate has many bad things in store l8y5i
All are soldiers to fight 'gainst We Il 1sbag
h, Our country shall have more, and more!!nn
"Aysay!" cried all the voices. qey hns
And fathers pushed forward their sons
who could walk, while mothers held up
in their arms those who still had to be car
ried. rtr rr
This made the bard perceive that there
was one verse missing.; the song of the
children: ) the hymn Of the forthcoming
harvest, the terminating grain; and while
the guests frenziedly repeated the chorus,
he let his head sink on bis hand, and amid
the confusion, excitement, bravoes, he inn
provised the subjoining: g.i5s,, III. -
.'To march forward we are ready, a
When our elders shall be no more;
We will follow in their footsteps
Glorious paths they trod before. 0-
Should we fall while them avenging,
Should like water our blood 0utpour c7l
Pierced by the ball or blade, our hearts
Had the same feeling our brothers bore,
Through the stided sobs Of mothers, the
enthusiastic tones of sires, was to be heard
the pure voice of childhood singing
90 To arms, citizens! your battallions form !"
March on, march on! I'D ...l,.,. .
Until the beams OF peace succeed the storm ="
''Ah, but" muttered one of the guards,
sis there to be no pardon to those who
are misled % ~ 1
20 ''Stay, stay !" said Rouget de lIsle,
''you will see that my heart does not de-
serve such reproach." -3a<'9
In a voice 'fraught with emotion, he
sang this holy strophe, in which is the en-
tire soul of France; humane, grand, gen
erous and, in her wrath, soaring on the
pinions of mercy, above anger itself:
" Frenchmen, when your steel is lifted,
Take good heed whose blood you're splitting,
Spare all those, the helpless Victims 2i -
Who, 'gainst you, are ranked unwilling"
Applause interrupted the poet. ~
y" Yes, yes!" came from every side;
"mercy, forgiveness for our misguided
brothers, our enslaved brothers, who are
pushed against us with whip and bayonet!''
"Yes, resumed Rouget de l'Isle; ''mer-
cy and forgiveness for them!" " al99i
"But the followers of Bouille, 81 A-l-ii
Our hands 'gainst them shall know no rest!
Against such tigers pitiless-s .59i5r4
Who thirst to rend their mothers breast
To arms, citizens your battalions form
cay" cried every voice, against us let
s ~ March on, march on!
Until the beam of pace succeed the STORM"
!" Now" cried Rouget de l,Isle, down
on your knees, whoever you bel"
AL obeyed. ~i
Rouget de l'Isle alone remained stand
ing; he set one foot on the chair of ore of
the guests, as if on the first step of the
Temple of Liberty, and uplifting both arms
to the heavens, he sang the last verse, the
invocation to the spirit of France lw4a
80, sacred love of native land,
Strengthen, guide our avenging hands.
o, Liberty, dear Liberty! e.sr
Strike thou with thy defending bands
May thy sweet tones call to our flags c--
o Victory to guide our story; J oa
May thy expiring foemen see
Thee triumphant and us glory!"
France is saved said voice. ste
And from every mouth, in an universal
outburst, pealed the De profa1ndis of des-
potism, the Magn!fcat of liberty:
"To arms, citizens! your battalions form!
Eva March Oh, march on! m
Until the beams of peace succeed the storm!
1t was now wild, intoxicated, unre-
strained joy; every one threw himself into
his neighbours arms; the girls collected
flowers in nosegays, and chaplets, which
they strewed at the poets feet. ISL IS.
Thirty EIGHT years after this, while of
this great day telling me, man who had
just for the first time head, in $780, this
holy hymn sung by, the peoples mighty
voice-the poets brow still shone with the
halo of 1892. a .es
And this was justice. st5.af.,f Ia. s.
Else, how comes it that myself, while
penning these last lines, am thus affected {?
From whence comes it that, while my
trembling right hand traces the chorus of
the children, this invocation to the spirit.
of France, my left hand dashes away a
tear ready to drop on the, paper! oiao,
It is because the holy Marseillaise is not
only battle-cry, but an outburst of fra
ternity; because the powerful hand of
France is outstretched over all herpeople;i
because it will ever be the last sigh OF. dy-
ing freedom, the first cry Of liberty born
again! 60. ri eoia.l9as, IL
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