Is the graceful 75;
As neat and slim, and as strong and trim
As ever a girl alive.
Where the steel-blue sheen of her mail is seen,
And the light of her flashing glance,
In the broken spray of the roaring fray
Is the soul of embattled France.
Her love is true as the heaven’s blue—
She will fight for her love till death;
Her hate is a flame no fear can tame,