"You are French, and so am I. You are playing on the shores of
life, and so am I. You are beginning to think and dream, and so am I. We
are only children till we begin to make our dreams our life. So I am one
with you, for only now do I step from dream to action. My children, you
shall be my brothers, and together we will sow the seed of action and
reap the grain; we will make a happy garden of flowers, and violets shall
bloom everywhere out of our dream--everywhere. Violets, my children,
pluck the wild violets, and bring them to me, and I will give you silver
for them, and I will love you. Never forget," he added, with a swelling
voice, "that you owe your first duty to your mothers, and afterwards to
your country, and to the spirit of France. I see afar"--he looked towards
the setting sun, and stretched out his arm dramatically, yet such was the
eloquence of his voice and person that not even the young Seigneur or
Medallion smiled--"I see afar," he repeated, "the glory of our dreams
fulfilled; after toil and struggle and loss: and I call upon you now to
unfurl the white banner of justice and liberty and the restoration.
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