Fraternity-Testvériség, 1941 (19. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1941-05-01 / 5. szám
TESTVÉRISÉG 13 No! England doubts thee not; She hath not all forgot How Cromwell, Hampden, Sydney fought and bled, For gifts long since bestow’d On Freedom’s lov’d abode; Thine but the foot prints of her cherish’d dead. Naught hast thou new begun; Thou art but Freedom’s son: Thy mother sank — thou flewest to her aid; Fate frown’d upon the deed, Heaven saw thy country bleed, And angels mourn’d o’er Hungary betray’d. ’Twas but a trial sent, A transient frown Heaven lent, And angels mourn not long o’er virtue’s woes; Iris’d with hope each tear Hangs radiant in joy’s sphere, Like glittering dew-drop in the earth-born rose. Farewell! Kossuth, Farewell! Too soon. Yet be the spell Unbroken, that thy magic accents weave Round all the beating hearts To whom thy voice imparts Sweet hope thy Magyar race shall cease to grieve. A land now calls thee — go! Where mighty cities grow ’Mid forests green that whisper Liberty; Where patriot hearts ne’er grieve, Nor despot may deceive, And Niagara’s roar bids tyrants die! Thither his stern, deep eye, When dark grew England’s sky, Dauntless, but hopeless of his country’s good. Turn’d Cromwell — there drew breath The noblest soul* that Death Hath reap’d since Rome in ancient splendour stood. There, blue lake to blue sky Peaceful reflects on high The calm of Freedom to the calm above; There Nature boasts aloud A destiny more proud, Than souls are promised here that Freedom love. Not so! Be thou the bond, In union firm, yet fond, To link us to our giant child afar: Then be defiance hurl’d To all the tyrant world, When Britain’s glory weds Columbia’s star. Alfred B. Richards 4 Washington. From: Minstrelsy of War By Alfred B. Richards London, 1854.
