Református ujság - Fraternity-Testvériség, 1940 (18. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1940-11-01 / 11. szám
TESTVÉRISÉG 19 TO LOUIS KOSSUTH Afar from the grasp of a despot’s aggression, Afar from the land of thy fathers before thee, Thou art in that country unknown to oppression. Where the angel of Freedom will ever adore thee. Behold thyself ’neath the starred banners that wave O’er the “land of the free,” and the “home of the brave.” No sceptre of iron our friendship can sunder, We need not the threats of the ghosts of the dawn; Our motto is union—our language is thunder! We hurl the red tides of stern justice along, On those who will mar the starred banners that wave O’er the “land of the free,” and the “home of the brave.” No vultures of despots around thee are raving, The “olive of peace” is thy coronet now; The “flag of our union” above thee is waving, The pride of the west, the friend of the plough! Lo! thou art at peace ’neath the spangles that wave. O’er the “land of the free,” and the “home of the brave.” “E pluribus unum” shall stamp on oppression! Thy valor is yet in its glory to blame; Soon mayst thou check the bold foot of aggression. Thy native land gain, to repose in its bays! Welcome to freedom! while o’er thee shall wave The “stars and the stripes” of the free and the brave! Elwood Gardens, Enfield Ct., Jan. 1852 Franklin C. S. Hurlbut Prom: “Gleason’s Pictorial Drawing Room Companion.” * AMERICA TO KOSSUTH AND HIS COMRADES A Salutatory Ode. Hail! hail to the Chief and his Heroes of Freedom, Prescribed by the tyrant, and flown from their homes; To the country of Washington flown for a refuge; While, sad from their own, dearest Liberty roams! Hail! hail to the Hun who disturbs the oppressor, Demanding, like Moses, his people’s relief! Unprospered as yet; from the vengeful escaping, We welcome him here, in the day of his grief. Yes noblest of Magyars! though spoiled of your glory, Though bloody the ban that usurpers impose, Here, here ye may rest, where the right is in honor, And harmless the stigma from Liberty’s foes. We greet you with triumphs, disconsolate brothers, And show to the world we still honor the brave — Whatever their fortune — who yield their own welfare, From Poland’s sad fate a brave people to save.
