Fraternity-Testvériség, 1941 (19. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1941-04-01 / 4. szám
16 TESTVÉRISÉG Aj, English hearts thro’ proud tears gush With glory at his name — Whose brave deeds made the roused blood rush Along our veins like flame; We cheered him thro’ his hero-strife — And, in his presence met, We’ll show the world that noble life Lives in Old England yet! 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. He cometh dim with glorious dust, From out his wrestling ring; But, blessings — praises — deathless trust — Like armies round him cling! And Freedom runs her radiant round, Tho clouds shut out the sky; And soon the World’s great heart shall bound, To Kossuth’s conquering cry. 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. His Hungary billows o’er with graves Of Martyrs not in vain; See what a ripening harvest waves Its fruit of that red rain! Again his flaming sword shall glare The Despot’s splendour dim; And palsy strike the arm that dare Kot strike a blow for him! 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. King out, exult, and clap your hands, Free Men and Women brave — Shout, Britain! shake the startled lands, And free the bounden Slave! Come forth, make merry in the sun, And give him velcome due; Heroic hearts have crowned him one Of Earth’s Immortal few! 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. Gerald Massey From: The Ballad of Babe Christabel with Other Lyrical Poems by Gerald Massey London, 1855.
