The Ways of Men [93]
morning, in his retirement near Pisa, unconscious under the double shock of invasion and civil war. Though he recovered later, his horizon remained dark. The patriot suffered to see party spirit and warring factions rending the nation he had so often called the pilot of humanity's bark, which seemed now to be going straight on the rocks. "FINIS GALLIAE," murmured the historian, who to the end lived and died with his native land.
Thousands yearly mount the broad steps of the Pantheon to lay their wreaths upon his tomb, and thousands more in every Gallic schoolroom are daily learning, in the pages of his history, to love FRANCE LA DULCE.
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Thousands yearly mount the broad steps of the Pantheon to lay their wreaths upon his tomb, and thousands more in every Gallic schoolroom are daily learning, in the pages of his history, to love FRANCE LA DULCE.
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