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

1941-12-01 / 12. szám

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TESTVÉRISÉG

THE PRAYER OF KOSSUTH

Lord God of Árpád’s warriors Look from thy throne of stars,

Upon afflicted Hungary,

Her children’s wrongs and scars.

To thee, a million earnest prayers From patriot hearts ascend;

Rise, God! and fight their battles — thou, Creator, Guardian, Friend.

Thy sun, the torch of Liberty Irradiates the skies,

As light’ning to a glorious grave Each corpse that round me lies.

Thy heaven is blue — thv carpet fair Beneath thy footsteps spread —

But the green earth of thy making With hallowed blood is red.

Send, God, upon these fallen ones Thy spirit’s genial ray,

That not one lifeless image here May perish in decay;

But that from these rude scattered seeds Immortal flowers may bloom,

And shed a spirit grandeur round The martyr hero’s tomb.

God of the nations far and wide!

God of my ancient sires!

Preserve on this blood-altar scene,

The light of Freedom’s fires.

Oh! let the murderous tyrant’s arm Fall powerless ’neath thine own,

And every thunder of our bolts Be answered in thy tone.

’Tis sacrifices such as these That sanctify the earth —

That purge it from corrupting sin,

And give thy glory birth.

This sacred soil must never hold A captive nation’s slaves,

Nor fierce barbarians trample down And riot o’er its graves.

Father, Almighty! Father, God!

Of Heaven, of earth, and sea,

Make all the nations of the earth High-minded, noble, free.

Blast with the lightning of thy glance And lay them in the dust,

The savage hordes whose conquests are But infamy and lust.