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Rh Finished the days, the clouds dispel'd,

The travail o'er, the long-sought extrication,

When lo! reborn, high o'er the European world,

(In gladness answering thence, as face afar to face, reflecting ours Columbia,)

Again thy star O France, fair lustrous star,

In heavenly peace, clearer, more bright than ever,

Shall beam immortal. 



