The Mind
A New Pilgrimage, XVI
From The Poetical Works (1914), vol. I
Gods, what a moral ! Yet in vain I jest.
The Franco which has been, and shall be
Is the most serious, and perhaps the best,
Of all the nations which have power with men.
France only of the nations has this plain
Thought in the world, to scorn hypocrisy,
And by this token she shall purge the stain
Of her sins yet, though these as scarlet be.
Let her put off her folly ! 'Tis a cloak
Which hides her virtue. Let her foremost stand,
The champion of all necks which feel the yoke,
As once she stood sublime in every land.
Let her forgo her Tonquins, and make good
Her boast to man, of man's high brotherhood I
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Sequence dated 1887 in the 1914 edition.
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