Le Grand Salut

There is a power in innocence, a mightWhich, clothed in weakness, makes injustice vain:A strength, o'ertopping reason to explain.Which bears it—though deep-buried out of sight—Slowly and surely upward to the light:A conscious certainty amidst its painThat, robbed of all things, it shall all regain,Through that eternal law which guards the right.

O Dreyfus! Thy dear country has restoredMore than thine honour in her hour supreme.Noble, indeed, though able so to err,God spared thee to her that she might redeemHerself, and hand thee back thy blameless sword.Listen! the world salutes—not only thee, but her!