I See Thee Yet, Fair France

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 sun-burnt daughters, with their laughing eyes
And glossy raven-locks. But, favour'd France,
Thou hast had many a tale of woe to tell,
In ancient times as now.