Penny Blood Serial Cover — page 141: what you’re looking at

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ALFRED DE ROSANN. 133 Know ye the land of the bard and the lover— The clime of the bright, and the courteous, and gay ?—— Go—search through the East, and the universe over— Go, Frenchman, and languish in lands far away ; In France still your heart is, and e’er will remain ;—— For a fairer than France may you search, but in vain: « *Tis the land of the great, and the dauntless, and free— The nation of love and of pleasure for me! If you seek for a maiden with loveliness beaming, Our Gallia has beauties the fairest that be; The moon in yon sky so tranquilly gleaming, Appears not more chaste than ouf virgins to me. Their bosoms are warm, but as fair as the snow— They’ve a smile for your bliss, and a tear for your wo:— And this is the land of the courteous and free, . The nation of beauty and pleasure to me! They love not their gallants to Janguish all idly In their gilded saloons, from the battle afar ; Bat they send forth their warriors to spread their fame widely. And seek for renown in the mazes of war. O this is the land of the bravest of old ! Where maids are most lovely, and warriors most bold, Where chiefs are undaunted, and fearless, and free— "Tis the land of all bliss and all pleasure to me! °Tis sweet to recline on the breast softly heaving, And beating with transports, of her you adore; ’Tis hard to depart when you know you are leaving A being you haply may never see more! But warriors must wander to aid the opprest, ~- Must leave for a time the pleasures of rest, And fight for the land of the courteous and free— The land that is dearest to Fame and to me! The chiefs of the South, in idlesse reclining, Make Italy echo with pleasure and mirth ;— . While the eyes of their maidens in raptures are shining, They dream not of spreadifig their fame o’er the earth! But never may Frenchman an infidel prove T’o the land of his birth, or the maid of his love :— He may revel in pleasure, and still can be free To fight for the clime which is dearest to me! It requires but one word in praise of France and the achievements of her thousand heroes—and only VOL. I.—12 comichooks.con