Fraternity-Testvériség, 1941 (19. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1941-06-01 / 6. szám
TESTVÉRISÉG 13 But all at once that song did check and waver, Then stopped with sudden jar, As a voice came, low first, but swelling ever — A voice, heard, from afar, Singing like a caged bird, in spite of chains, And calumny, and wrong — Singing like the one who, looking from the plains, Sees morning strike along The mountain-tops, and tells how with the day The sunlight will descend, And chase the mists that choke the valley gray, Muffling it, end to end. Anon, from hope rising into defiance, It spoke with trumpet tone, Calling mankind to holiest alliance ’Gainst Brute Force on her throne. And, though in strange tongue, with wondrous power That deep voice filled the land, Till Anarch Force upon her throne did cower; Her sword shook in her hand; And her huge guards were sudden terror-stricken, With dull brows ashy-white; While those down-trodden Nations seemed to quicken With new-awakened might, Thrilled by the power that in their half-numbered members Aroused the pulse of men, Like the seer’s word that kindled life’s dead embers In the dry bones again. Prom: “The Birmingham Journal” September 6, 1851. * KOSSUTH Best in peace, the exile’s ended. Done the toil and done the strife In thy path that once were blended. Thou hast passed from death to life. High above poor mortal failing Float a spirit and a name Where no pygmy soul’s assailing Can deface their earthly fame. Let no dirge or requiem sadly Mingle with the thought of thee. Let thy name be uttered gladly ’Mid the strains of Rákóczy. Rest in peace, the heaven’s sighted, Done the toil and done the strife. Brightly gleams the torch thou’st lighted. Thou hast passed from death to life. Leo. Weidenthal.
