of suffering humanity, yet watches along other routes her sons
going forth in thousands, laughter in their eyes, songs on their lips,
ready and willing to die for her. France draws around her her
tattered and bloodstained robe, yet what matters the outer
raiment? Behind it shines forth her glorious, exultant soul, and she
lifts up her head rejoicing and proclaims to the world that when she
appealed man, woman, and child--the whole of the French nation--
answered to her call.