CHAPITRE

With thy own scorn of tyran ts they advonce, But trulh divine has sanctiGed their rage, A silver cross enchased witli Flowers of France, Their badge, attests the holy fight they wage.

The shrill défiance of the young crusade Their vétéran foes mock as an idle noise ; But unto Failli and Loyalty cornes aid From Heaven, gigantic force to beardless boys.