Thrice welcome to Paris! bright regent of day,
To the Tuileries boldly advance;
Oh, shed on this land an enlivening ray,
And smile on regenerate France.

One king and one God we acknowledge no more;
But, free from the shackles of pride,
Our liberal minds the Pantheon adore,
And worship three consuls beside.

We know that, when hurl'd from the regions of air,
You, nought by misfortune dismay'd,
The flocks of Admetus attended with care,
In the garb of a shepherd array'd.

You sang, and hilarity reign'd through the plains,
And sorrow and care were no more;
You talk'd of the blessings of peace to the swains,
And the rude din of battle was o'er.

Great Shepherd! from thee, by despair render'd bold,
A speedy protection we pray
From a Corsican wolf that has enter'd our fold,
And made the whole nation his prey.

A long time of peace he pretended to see,
Yet by war still our nation is curs'd;
The country from tyrants he promis'd to free,
Himself of all tyrants the worst.

Of the joys that from mutual confidence rise,
He talks with dissembled delight;
Yet haunted by terrors, to solitude flies,
Fast hid at St. Cloud from the sight.

O far-darting God! with thine arrows of fire,
Cut short the fell ravisher's reign.
And give to our country, her soul's chief desire,
A regal dominion again.