Református ujság - Fraternity-Testvériség, 1940 (18. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1940-11-01 / 11. szám
18 TESTVÉRISÉG Hard on Hungary’s neck rests the Autocrat’s heel; Deep in Hungary’s heart reeks the Austrian’s steel: Her people are crushed and her banners are riven — Oh! why sleep the bolts of the vengeance of Heaven? Perjured monarchs may prate, and their minions deride The soul-strivings of millions with Right on their side; They may stagger with blood, like the drunkard with wine, But where, where shall their thrones be when freemen combine? Sooner waves of the ocean their murmurs may cease, Or the tiger in mercy his victim release, Than the despots of Europe would slacken the yoke Till shivered to atoms by Freedom’s bold stroke. Then, oh! welcome brave Kossuth, ye favored of earth, For he fought, like your sires, for the land of his birth: May the flame that he kindled unquencliably burn, Until Honor and Glory shall hail his return. James Linen From: The Poetical and Prose Writings of Janies Linen, New York, 1866. (1st Edition, New York, 1852. 2nd Edition, San Francisco, 1864.) * KOSSUTH On his arrival at Annapolis Listen! cheer on cheer resounding Rises on the wintry air; Anxious crowds the cars surrounding, Tell the warrior chief is there Now the exile slow advances, Mark his noble step and mien; How his dark eye proudly glances On the throng with vision keen! Magyar! bold, and stern, and daring, In a great and glorious cause; Chains were never for thy wearing, Scorned by thee are tyrants’ laws. Though a shadow deep is lying On thy distant fatherland; And the hope of some are dying, Bravely to thy colors stand! There’s a righteous God above thee, There’s a fair, bright earth beneath; And there’s many a heart to love thee, And in store a victor’s wreath! Then faint not by the roadside, Up and onward on thy way, For the tyrant Czar shall give thee With the Austrian “fair play!” U. S. Ship Preble, Feb. 1852. E. Curtis Hine, U. S. N. From: “Gleason’s Pictorial Drawing- Room Companion.”