New-York tribune., 1870-08-19
WAR POETRY.
THE FRENCH NATIONAL SONG.

Not one of the least important changes WHICH
the present war given rise to is
milton by Napoleon III of the celebrated freneh revou
tionary HYMN, popularly known as the "Marsenaise
uherto tbe inspired melody of the young French ar
tlerv officer Rouget dc Ise has been under the ban OF
the Imperial Police; but now the Emperor nhung ms
dynasty imperiled publicly recognizes the song which
only few months ago made Paris reecho as token OF
discontent and riot Although no correct idea can dc
ciyep I'm English Of the beauty Of the song IN the ORIGINAL
the following Ia a mastery translation;
Come, children of your country, come
N New glory dawns upon the world. ~
our tyrants rushing to their doain. -f..- ~
Their bloody standard have unfurid;
Already On plains we near ..|..fHt
The murmurs of a savage horde;
They threaten with the murdorous sword
Your comrades and your children dear. ,.f.l
Then up and form your ranks the hireng Zoe Withstand
March on--his craven blood must fertize the land.
Those banded serfs-what would they have,
BY tyrant kings together brought "a.
Whom are those feters to enslaye
Which long ago their hands have wrought
You, Frenchmen, you, they would enchan;
Doth not the thought your bcsoms fire;
The ancient bondage they desire
To force upon your necbs again.
Then M and form your ran the foe Withstand
March on-his craven blood must fortilize the land
Those inarshalcd foreigners-shall they
Make laws to oreach the Frenchman's hearthf
Shall hreling troops who fight for pay u.
Strike down our warriors to the earthi
God Shalwe bow beneath tile weight
OF hands that slavish fctters weari So
Shall ruthless despots once more dare ~
To be the masters of our fatei
Then up and form your ranks, the hrelng foe withsand
March on-!lis blood must fertilize the land
Then trcmble. tyrants-traitors all
Ne Nyhorn boih friends and foes despse:
On you shall retribution fall,
Your crimes shall gain worthy prize.
Each man opposes might to might
And when our youthful heroes die
Our France can well their place supply;
We're soldiers all with You to fight
Then up and form your ranks the hrelng foe Withstand;
March onhis craven blood must fertilize the land.
Yet generous warriors, still forbear
To deal on all your vengeful blows;
The train Of hapless victims spare,
Against their viii they are our foes.
But OH those despots stand with blood,
Those traitors leagued with base Bouille,
Who make their native land their prey
Death to the savage tiger-broOdl
Then p and form your ranks the hreling foe withstand;
March on-his craven blood must fertilize the land
And when our glorious sires dead.
Their virtues shall surely find 30 -
When on the self-same path we tread.
And track the fame they leave behind.
Less to survive them we desire
Than to partake their noble grave;
The broud ambition we shall have
To live for vengeance or expire.
Then p and form your ranks the helng foe withstand
March onhis craven blood must fertilize the land.
Come love OF country guide us now,
Endow vengefu arms with might;
And, dearest liberty, do thou
Aid thy defenders in the fight
Unto our fla SO let victory,
Called by thy stirring accents hhstei
And may thy dying foes at last
Thy triumph and our glory see
Then up ard form your ranks the reng foe Withstand
March onhis craven blood must fertilize the land.