Arms And The Man. - Our Ancient Allies.

Superb in white and red, and white and gold,     And white and violet, the French unfold     Their blazoned banners on the Autumn air,     While cymbols clash and brazen trumpets blare:     Steeds fret and foam, and spurs with scabbards clank     As far they form, in many a shining rank.     Deux-Ponts is there, as hilt to sword blade true,     And Guvion rises smiling on the view;     And the brave Swede, as yet untouched by Fate,     Rides 'mid his comrades with a mien elate;     And Duportail - and scores of others glance     Upon the scene, and all are worthy France!     And for those Frenchmen and their splendid bands,     The very Centuries shall clap their hands,     While at their head, as all their banners flow,     And all their drums roll out, and trumpets blow,     Rides first and foremost splendid Rochambeau!     And well he rides, worthy an epic rhyme -     Full well he rides in attitude sublime -     Fair Freedom's Champion in the lists of Time.