Fraternity-Testvériség, 1941 (19. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1941-06-01 / 6. szám
12 TESTVÉRISÉG AMERICA AND THE KOSSUTH ERA — Amerika és a Kossuth-korszak — THE VOICE OF THE EXILE KOSSUTH AT MANCHESTER, NOVEMBER 11TH. On a red sword her ill-knit bulk up-propping, The Anarch Force I saw; Across her knees was laid a Knot, blood-dropping; Beneath her feet was Law. Each with his heel upon a nation’s forehead, Her armed guards stood round; Nations — that, stripp’d of all wherein they glorified, Were lying gagged and bound. There, Italy, still lovely through her anguish, Bled, but disdained to weep; Her cheeks were sunk and white, like theirs who languish For years in dungeons deep. Germany, with her kind face, made for loving, Now writhen, sharp, and sour, Lay, ever and anon her large limbs moving, Half conscious of their power. Passionate Poland her chained hands was clenching, While her full Eastern eye With fires of hate, perennial and unblenching Glared upwards to the sky. And like a war-spent soldier, faint and breathless, Hungary, prostrate there, Lay, seeming wounded to the death; but deathless Was her defiant stare. At first, the seat where Anarch Force was sitting, Seemed set in living stone, And all those mail-clad guards, supporters fitting For such a firm-based throne. But lo! the clamps which chair to base did fasten Were almost eat away; And the blood dropping from the knout did hasten A change of rock to clay; And those huge guards, whose firm and even treading Seemed proof ’gainst overthrow, On foot-hold wet with gore of their own shedding Slipped, swaying to and fro. Then she and they, with jubilant acclamations, Their song of triumph sung — An impoius Te Deum o’er the nations That ’neath their feet were flung.
