Református ujság - Fraternity-Testvériség, 1940 (18. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1940-11-01 / 11. szám

TESTVÉRISÉG

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Children of Hungary! thy wrongs Awake our pitying care;

At morn, at night, at noon, at eve,

We breathe for thee a prayer,—

That thou mayst yet be free indeed,

Free as the mountain breeze

That plays upon our own broad streams,

And murmurs ’mid our trees.

May Freedom’s watchword yet ring out Amid thy hills so blue;

And thine be yet the happiest home That freemen ever knew.

Austria! thy dark, despotic power Is resting over all;

But false ambitions round thee thrown,

And sure will be thy fall.

A nation’s tears are on thee now,

Widows and orphans weep,

And stern men in their souls have vowed Their high resolves to keep.

Mrs. Helen Truesdell

From: Poems

By Mrs. Helen Truesdell. Cincinnati, 1854.

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WELCOME TO KOSSUTH

A thousand welcomes, noble man,

To our sea-beaten strand!

Proudly we offer thee a home,

In freedom’s noble land.

Our eagle gazes with delight,

From out his eyrie high;

He spreads his pinions at thy sight,

And glows his flashing eye.

Beneath her broad and waving flag,

America looks down,

From Southern grove to Plymouth crag,

And claims thee as her son.

And the oppressed in Hungary,

The fallen and the brave;

Oh! never in her patriot soil Can freedom find a grave.

Yes, sister State! Thou shalt arise In all thy strength and might;

Ay, once again thy flag shall float,

And shed a glorious light.