Református ujság - Fraternity-Testvériség, 1940 (18. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1940-11-01 / 11. szám
16 TESTVÉRISÉG Yes, Kossuth, come! Thou hear'st our prayer, From each free heart it comes, There’s room enough for thee and more, Among Columbia’s home! Paul Abadie From: The Fireman and Other Poems. The author was a fireman at Williamsburgh, N. Y. and a number of poems relate to that village and Brooklyn, N. Y., 1852. * KOSSUTH AND HUNGARY From o’er the mighty ocean—the roaring waste of blue— Comes freedom’s greatest champion, the firmly tried and true. He is with us—he has landed safely on our shores from far; The despot’s fear, the tyrant’s hate—the noble, brave Magyar! O, leader of the people! O, freedom’s exiled son! O, Kossuth, great and glorious! Hungaria’s Washington! We give thee our heart’s best welcome, to our firesides and our homes — From the oppression of the tyrants on the Austro-Russian thrones! We welcome thee, O chieftain, from Europe’s classic land! Lo! brighter day is dawning, when shall fail thy tyrant’s hand; When the mighty shout of FREEDOM shall arise from Europe’s hills, And the deep and rushing rivers breathe the fervor from the rills; When Despotism’s rule of iron shall awe no more the world, When haughty kings, tho’ sceptred, from their glittering thrones be hurled; And the light of FREEDOM blazon, wherever man is found, To nerve his soul to action and strike the tyrants down! O, Hungary! brave Hungary, ere now thou hadst been free, But the base-born traitors sold thee to the beck of Tyranny! The barbaric Austro-Tyrant called the Despot to his aid, And thy bright hopes of the future low in the dust were laid! Thou’rt fallen now, but not fore’er—the day is hast’ning on, Then thy people, all united, shall hurl the tyrant down, And the galling chains of slavery shall be asunder torn; When oppression’s hour of darkness ushers in the golden morn! We watch the coming contest, for the clouds grow black amain, That settle over Europe’s hills and on each fertile plain; GOD be with the noble patriots who no more will bend the knee To a tyrant, crown’d an sceptred, but have vowed THEY WILL BE FREE! Ay, welcome, chief illustrious, to Liberty’s own land! Thrice welcome gallant leader of Europa’s Freedom band! We welcome thee, with out-stretch’d arms, from o’er the surging sea, Countless blessings on thee, brave Magyar! Friend of Truth and Liberty! Lilian May From: Poems by Lilian May Harrisburg, Pa., 1852.
