Fraternity-Testvériség, 1941 (19. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1941-04-01 / 4. szám

TESTVÉRISÉG

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Sustaining, — yet Hungária fell!

And thou the tyrant’s wrath must brave,

Or elsewhere seek a home and grave.

Come to our country’s yearning breast;

She longs to clasp thee fondly there,

And sooth thy fretted bosom — prést With disappointment and despair.

Bring hither from the Danube’s shore,

They “noble mother:” — let her see A vast, united nation pour

Its flood of tenderness on thee;

And she will own, that pride can fill Her aged eye with transports still!

Come with thy precious household band,

And share the gifts by Fate denied Thine own beloved and stricken land . ..

Gifts, which to win, our fathers died.

Come then, and share the heritage Bequited by them all opprest,

Of every race, and every age: —

Where find so fit a place of rest,

For Freedom’s homeless, banished son,

As in the land of Washington!

Margaret Junkin

"My poor, true-hearted wife, my children and my noble old mother, are wandering about Hungary.” — Kossuth’s Letter to Lord Palmerston.

From: “Sartain’s Union Magazine of Literature and Art.” Philadelphia, February, 1852.

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A WELCOME TO LOUIS KOSSUTH

Ho! Patriots of old England, wake!

And join ye heart and hand,

To welcome him for Freedom’s sake Within our fatherland!

He needs no proud triumphal arch,

Kor banners on the wind;

In hearts that beat his triumph-march,

Our Kossutuh’s fitly shrined!

We meet him here, we greet him here —

With Love’s wide arms caress him!

And Kings have no such welcome dear,

As Kossuth hath: God Hess him.

He rose like Freedom’s morning star,

Where all was darkling, dim —

We saw his glory from afar,

And fought in soul for him!

Brave, Victor! how his radiant brow King’d Freedom’s host like Saul!

And in his crown of sorrow now Has royallest heart of all.

We meet him here, we greet him here —

With Love’s wide arms caress him!

And Kings have no such welcome dear,

As Kossuth hath: God bless him.