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"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.


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 trembleth as the days advance
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!

She struggles in a deathly trance,
As in a dream her pulses stir,
She hears the nations calling her,
   "France, France, France."