Chapter 14 XIV THE JOURNEY

I see thee yet, fair France-thou favour'd land

Of art and nature-thou art still before me,

Thy sons, to whom their labour is a sport,

So well thy grateful soil returns its tribute,

Thy sunburnt daughters, with their laughing eyes

And glossy raven locks. But, favour'd France,

Thou hast had many a tale of woe to tell

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