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When Yesterday shall dawn again,

And the long line athwart the hill

Shall quicken with the bugle's thrill,

Thine own shall come to thee, Lorraine!

Then in each vineyard, vale, and plain,

The quiet dead shall stir the earth

And rise, reborn, in thy new birth—

Thou holy martyr-maid, Lorraine!

Is it in vain thy sweet tears stain

Thy mother's breast? Her castled crest

Is lifted now! God guide her quest!

She seeks thine own for thee, Lorraine!

So Yesterday shall live again,

And the steel line along the Rhine

Shall cuirass thee and all that's thine.

France lives—thy France—divine Lorraine!