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

1941-12-01 / 12. szám

TESTVÉRISÉG

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THE COMING OF KOSSUTH

Potential muse of burning fluid, dangerously bright,

Come burst upon creation with intense explosive light —

A flame, the deleterious gases which amalgamate In Barnum’s great extinguisher, could not annihilate.

I pant to sing the glories, if I only knew the way,

The glories in extenso of that most auspicious day,

When with one soul the multitude poured forth from every street

Great Freedom’s incarnation, in one noble form to greet.

He’s here, the age’s topmost man by destiny designed To lift up from oppression the down trodden of mankind — To preach in tones unanswerable Liberty’s crusade,

And seek for suffering Hungary some temporary aid.

Anon, he will be with us, if his mission be not o’er,

For scarcely had he landed upon Staten’s lovely shore When perilling the Empire City’s pageant of the morn,

His every wish was granted by the potent Hagadorn.

Alack, to lose our holiday, Manhattan murmured then,

The sanguine Staten Islander declares he shall have men As many as are wanted, and sufficient money too,

He’ll surely hurry back again, there’s nothing more to do.

’Tis twelve, upon the Battery, the chill December breeze Is playing most unpiteously among the Scotchmen’s knees, The officers and Privates all felt frozen in the throat,

And Doctor Bostick’s glad he’s got his regulation coat.

And there is Sandford, Senior, legal Military Chief,

And there is Sandford Junior, his epitome in brief —

While proudly caracolling ride the gallant Brigadiers,

Each with his staff so brilliant, aiguilletted to the ears.

The gay and dashing, yclept Major of Brigade.

With the engineer in chief, who boldly volunteered as aid,

A masterly diversion through the southern gate did make, Each ardently determined that something he would take.

Well knew they then what enemies fate had for them in store, For in their thirst for glory, they’d encountered them before — So when a second Bayard led the passage to renown,

Each single-handed seized and put the potent spirits clown.

But hark! the cannons echo through this section of the land, Sound, Dodworth, sound — blow Shelton, blow — blow every brazen band,

Hang out your banners on the wall, the crimson, white, and green,

For Hagadorn and Company have left the Quarantine.