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

1941-08-01 / 8. szám

TESTVÉRISÉG

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Was from the map of Europe’s realms erased,

And her bright face and glorious form defaced,— Throws in the shade, makes blush for very shame, And robs it of its dire unrivalled fame?

’Twas not enough, O Europe, to behold One cankTing sore, the source of woes untold,

One mark of infamy upon thy brow,

To thy defamers humbly see thee bow,

A second blot of deeper hue and die,

Which terror’s utmost could not magnify,

The worshippers of blind expediency,

Afraid to strike a blow at tyranny,

Have fixed on thy repute: It was a shaft Of Austro-Russian diplomatic craft.

This blot heaps new disgrace now on thy name; Another nation shares brave Poland’s shame;

But Providence may grant it is the last,

Whose fortune wrecked amidst so dire a blast, Who to expediency a victim fell,

And was in shambles slain by priests of hell! This sacrifices by Fate was still required,

The system to expose, so much admired,

Which, founded on expediency, to-day Outlaws the robber, who but yesterday In proud contempt of justice, law, and right, Dared with impunity in day’s broad light An act commit, which Europe’s glory stained, More fell than that for which he’s now arraigned; But which eternal justice has decreed.

In streams of blood should be atoned with speed.

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Part IV

On, then, brave patriot, do not despair,

Tho’ Fortune for thine enemies declare;

A more capricious dame ne’er ruled on earth:

Her favour she’ll at length bestow on worth.

Thy cause is just — a juster cause ne’er was, — And rests on firmer base than brittle glass,

Which neither Fortune’s passing frown can shake, Nor tyrants’ crafty satellites will break.

Thy cause is good; a better ne’er was known,

Since on the blood-stained fields of Marathon Brave freedom’s children chastised despots’ pride, And raised a wall against the Persian tide.

Thy cause is great; no greater cause e’er fired The hopes of man, or nobler zeal inspired;

And will, in spite of sland’rous tongues’ attempt,

A sacred aim remain, from guilt exempt.

Thy cause is noble, and no nobler cause E’er armed in stout defence of home and laws; Exited e’er the love and sympathy Of longing hearts, which strove for liberty.

A just and good, and great and noble cause Has ne’er succumbed spite all oppressors’ woes, But always borne the palm of victory,

And vindicated right ,gainst tyranny.

Thus ,then, thine own must yet in triumph end,