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62 )4 U ['J G AK'Y March 15, 19Ó8.

FIFTEENTH OF MA^Cft *

By Alexander Petőfi. — (The Anniversary of the Declaration of Hungarian Independence.) — Translated by Rosalie Loew.

This is a hallowed day; today we kneel In silent admiration, and in thought Of mankind's heroes ; and today we feel The ardour that was theirs who loved and fought.

We know the passion and the high desire Of those who made America the home For wanderers of the earth. Theirs was the fire Whose flames wrote Freedom on all earth’s high dome.

ffot less, because not only them we praise;

Today we sing the brotherhood of man,

And they our brothers are who walked the ways Of blood, and dared to brave the tyrant’s ban.

One round millenial period of strife —

Still patient while their country was their own So lived the Magyars — till their strength was ripe, And serfdom from its hold was overthrown.

Today we bring our heroes laurel wreaths —

And pray to learn that right and might are one ; While vainly in our hearts the longing seethes.

To tell our pride in jdungary’s greatest son.

This is a hallowed day; we kneel today In silent admiration and in thought,

And prayers and tears and thanks we mingled lay On altars built to them who Freedom wrought.