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6. LA MAPSEILLAISE.

(A flat.)
Arise, ye children of the nation,

The day of glory now is here!
See the hosts of dark oppression

Their blood-stained banners rear,

Their blood-stained banners rear!
Do ye not heed? roaring the tyrants go,

Scattering homes and peace;
Our sons, our comrades face the foe,
The wounds of war increase.

To arms! Ye warriors all !
Your bold battalions call!

March on, ye free!
Death shall be ours,

Or glorious liberty!

REFRAIN.
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formes vos bataillons !
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur

Abreuve nos sillons! (Ccyyright, 1917, by G. Schirmer.)

7. THE HYMN OF FREE RUSSIA.

Young Russia, hail, victorious!

All praise we chant to thee!
Amid the nations, glorious,

Thou standest, proud and free!
No tyrant shall enslave thee,

Thy sun arises bright;
All hail to those who gave thee

New Freedom's sacred light.

Young Russia, hail, victorious !

All praise we chant to thee!
Amid the nations, glorious,

Thou standest, proud and free;
A song of countless voices

Resounds from shore to shore, The Russian folk rejoices

With Freedom evermore.

Young Russia, hail, victorious !

All praise we chant to thee!
Amid the nations, glorious,

Thou standest, proud and free! (Copyright, 1917, by G. Schirmer.)

8. THESE THINGS SHALL BE.

(4 flat.)

These things shall be! A loftier race

Than e'er the world hath known shall rise, With flame of freedom in their souls

And light of knowledge in their eyes. Nation with nation, land with land,

Unarmed shall live as comrades free, In ev'ry heart and brain shall throb

The pulse of one fraternity.

New arts shall bloom, of loftier mold,

And mightier music thrill the skies; And ev'ry life shall be a song,

When all the earth is paradise. There shall be no more sin nor shame,

Tho' pain and passion may not die, For man shall be at one with God

In bonds of firm necessity. (Copyright, 1917, by G. Schirmer.)

9. AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL.
O beautiful for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain!
America! America !

God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea !
O beautiful for pilgrim feet,

Whose stern, impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat

Across the wilderness!
America! America !

God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,

Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved

In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,

And mercy more than life!
America ! America !

May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,

And ev'ry gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream

That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,

Undimm'd by human tears!
America ! America !

God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea ! (Used by permission of Katherine Lee Bates.)

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(E flat.) March, march, march, march !

March, comrades, march along,
March, march, march, march !

March, a hundred million strong!
On through dark and battle's roar,
On where none has dared before,
On to pay the ages' score:

March, march, march!
Forward, comrades,
March, march, forever,
Up with the break of day,
Out on the trackless way,
Ours the will that must and can,
Ours to crown creation's plan,
Ours to win the world for man:

March, comrades, march !
March, march, march, march!

March, comrades, march along. March, march, march, march,

March, a hundred million strong!
Prince of Peace, uphold our trust,
Though we face the battle thrust;
Fight we shall while fight we must:

· March, march, march!
Forward, comrades,
March, march, forever,
Up with the break of day,
Out on the trackless way,
Love to hate shall never yield
While the sword of God we wield;
On to Armageddon's field:

March, comrades, march !

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