Fraternity-Testvériség, 1941 (19. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1941-04-01 / 4. szám
14 TESTVÉRISÉG AMERICA AND THE KOSSUTH ERA — Amerika és a Kossuth*korszak — KOSSUTH Heroic Exile! Why forsake Thy dear Hungaria’s cherished sod, Which ever precedense did take In thy warm bosom, next to God? How couldst thou leave those verdant plains, Where thy young being first began; To wander, long as life remains, A worn and broken-hearted man? We know thy thrilling answer well, — Ask tyrant Austria, — she can tell! Ask Russia, why? — and she may turn To her base hordes, and baser gold, And taunt thee with the thought thou’lt spurn — That Magyars may be bought and sold! A nation’s tears could move her not, For she has seen them flow before, When her strong hand the ruin wrought, That dyed Sarmatia’s soil in gore: And still the exile’s cheeks are wet, — For Poland’s heart is bleeding yet! Ask England, why? She tamely saw The Hapsburg lion coldly crush The lamb beneath its iron paw! Yet England could forbear to rush And rescue the defenceless; — she Her ends could undisturbed pursue, Althou’ Hungarian liberty Was perished within her view! She had not Cromwell to demand The victim from the despot’s hand! Ask the Republic, why? She boasts, What thou hast struggled for in vain; — Why sent she not her serried hosts To drive the oppressors back again? And fratricidal France may blush, And answer with consuming shame, — She had enough to do to crush, In fair, sad Italy, the flame, Which but for her, had blazed once more, A rival light on Tiber’s shore! Thy glorious dream is broken! All The thousand aims, and hopes, and fears, That started at thy country’s call, And filled thy lofty soul for years, — Must pass away! Thou didst thy part Like Freedom’s hero, — nobly well, With thy compatriots, heart to heart
