 The Name of France by Henry van Dyke, read for LibriVox.org by David Barnes, for Bastille Day, 2007. Give us a name to fill the mind with the shining thoughts that lead mankind, the glory of learning, the joy of art, a name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil and the strenuous fight of the human race to win its way from the feudal darkness into the day of freedom, brotherhood, equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with a warmer glow and a swifter flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet, clear and silver-sweet and iron-strong, that calls three million men to their feet, ready to march and ready to meet the foes who threaten that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle-song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the blood-out poured to save mankind from the sway of the sword, a name that calls on the world to share in the burden of sacrificial strife, where the cause at stake is the world's free life and the rule of the people everywhere, a name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Name of France by Henry Van Dyke. Read for LibriVox.org by Emily Lynde for Bastille Day, 2007 Give us a name to fill the mind with the shining thoughts that lead mankind, the glory of learning the joy of art, a name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil and the strenuous fight of human race to win its way from the feudal darkness into the day of freedom, brotherhood, and equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with the warmer glow and the swifter flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet, clear and silver sweet, and iron strong that calls three million men to their feet, ready to march and steady to meet the foes who threaten that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the blood outpoured to save mankind from the sway of the sword, a name that calls on the world's share in the burden of sacrificial strife where the cause at stake is the world's free life and the rule of the people everywhere, a name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Name of France by Henry Van Dyke. Read for Librevox.org by Aeroet for Bastille Day, 2007. Give us a name to fill the mind with the shining thoughts that lead mankind, the glory of learning, the joy of art, a name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil and the strenuous fight of the human race to win its way from the futile darkness into the day of freedom, brotherhood, equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with the warmer glow and a swifter flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet, clear and silver sweet and iron strong that calls three million men to their feet, ready to march and steady to meet the foes who threaten that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the blood outpoured to save mankind from the sway of the sword, a name that calls in the world to share in the burden of sacrificial strife with a cause at stake of the world's free life and the rule of the people everywhere, a name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Name of France by Henry Van Dyke, Redfield Librebox.org by Gemma Blythe, for Bastille Day 2007. Give us a name to fill the mind with the shining thoughts that lead mankind, the glory of learning, the joy of art, a name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil in the strenuous fight of the human race who win its way from the feudal darkness into the day of freedom, brotherhood, equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with the warmer glow and a swifter flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet, clear and silver sweet and iron strong that calls three million men to their feet ready to march and steady to meet the foes who threaten that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the blood outboard to save mankind from this way of the sword, a name that calls on the world to share in the burden of sacrificial strife, where the cause at stake is the world's free life and the rule of the people everywhere, a name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil and the strenuous fight of the human race to win its way from the feudal darkness into the day of freedom, brotherhood, equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with the warmer glow and the stiffer flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet clear, and silver sweet, an iron strong, that calls three million men to their feet, ready to march and steady to meet their foes who threatened that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the bled-out port to save mankind from the sway of the sword, a name that calls on the world to share in the burden of sacrificial strife, where the cause at stake is the world's free life and the rule of the people everywhere, a name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Name of France by Henry Van Dyke. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett for Bastille Day, 2007. Give us a name to fill the mind with the shining thoughts that lead mankind, the glory of learning, the joy of art, a name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil and the strenuous spite of the human race to win its way from the futile darkness into the day of freedom, brotherhood, equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with the warmer glow and a swifter flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet clear and silver sweet and iron strong that calls three million men to their feet ready to march and steady to meet the foes who threaten that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the blood outpoured to save mankind from the sway of the sword, a name that calls on the world to share in the burden of sacrificial strife where the cause at stake is the world's free life and the rule of the people everywhere, a name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Name of France by Henry Van Dyke Read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Burgoyne for Bastille Day, 2007 Give us a name to fill the mind with the shining thoughts that lead mankind, the glory of learning, the joy of art, a name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil and the strenuous fight of the human race to win its way from the feudal darkness into the day. A freedom brotherhood equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with a warmer glow and a swifter flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet clear, a silver sweet and iron strong that calls three million men to their feet, ready to march and ready to meet. The foes who threaten that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the blood outpoured to save mankind from the sway of the sword, a name that calls on the world to share in the burden of sacrificial strife, where the cause at stake is the world's free life and the rule of the peoples everywhere, a name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Name of France by Henry Van Dyke. Read for LibraVox.org by Mary Mack for Bastille Day 2007. Give us a name to fill the mind with the shining thoughts that lead mankind, the glory of learning, the joy of art, a name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil and the strenuous fight of the human race to win its way from the feudal darkness into the day of freedom, brotherhood equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with a warmer glow and a swifter flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet clear and silver sweet and iron strong that calls three million men to their feet ready to march and steady to meet the foes who threaten that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the blood outpoured to save mankind from the sway of the sword, a name that calls on the world to share in the burden of sacrificial strife, where the cause at stake is the world's free life and the rule of the people everywhere, a name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil and the strenuous fight of the human race to win its way from the futile darkness into the day of freedom, brotherhood, equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with a warmer glow and a swifter flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet clear and silver sweet and iron strong that calls three million men to their feet, ready to march and steady to meet the foes who threatened that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the blood outpoured to save mankind from the sway of the sword, a name that calls on the world to share in the burden of sacrificial strife, where the cause at stake is the world's free life and the rule of the people everywhere. A name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. 8th of July, 2007, Wales, United Kingdom. Give us a name to fill the mind with the shining thoughts that lead mankind, the glory of learning the joy of art, a name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil and the strenuous fight of the human race to win its way from the feudal darkness into the day where freedom, brotherhood equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with a warmer glow and a swifter flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet clear and silver sweet and iron strong that calls three million men to their feet, ready to march and steady to meet, the foes who threaten that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the blood outpoured to save mankind from the sway of the sword, a name that calls on the world to share in the burden of sacrificial strife, where the cause at stake is the world's free life and the rule of the people everywhere, a name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Name of France by Henry Van Dyke For LibriVox.org Narrated by Sean McKinley For Bastille Day, 2007 Give us a name to fill the mind with the shining thoughts that lead mankind the glory of learning, the joy of art, a name that tells of a splendid part in the long, long toil and the strenuous fight of the human race to win its way from the futile darkness into the day of freedom, brotherhood, equal right, a name like a star, a name of light. I give you France. Give us a name to stir the blood with a warmer glow and a swifter flood, a name like the sound of a trumpet clear and silver sweet and iron strong, that calls three million men to their feet ready to march and steady to meet the foes who threaten that name with wrong, a name that rings like a battle song. I give you France. Give us a name to move the heart with the strength that noble griefs impart, a name that speaks of the blood out poured to save mankind from the sway of the sword, a name that calls on the world to share in the burden of sacrificial strife where the cause at stake is the world's free life and the rule of the people everywhere, a name like a vow, a name like a prayer. I give you France.