Református ujság - Fraternity-Testvériség, 1940 (18. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1940-12-01 / 12. szám
16 TESTVÉRISÉG WELCOME TO KOSSUTH We Avelcome thee, oh great Kossuth, Our country’s honoured guest — Wronged victim of the tyrant’s hate, Bright hope of the oppressed. When young Columbia felt thy touch Upon her happy strand, A sympathetic thrill went forth That trembled through the land. And as she listened to thy words Of eloquence that burned, Back to the dark and gloomy past Her tearful eye she turned, And bade remembrance summon forth From dark oblivion’s tomb, The wrongs that bowed her spirit low In slavery’s night of gloom. She saw her sons all bleeding lie Upon the battle-plain, And Freedom trembling ’neath the weight Of tyranny’s cursed chain. But oh, she felt the darkest cloud That shadowed then her brow, Was far less threat’ning and less dark Than hangs o’er Hungary now. But mourn not, Hungary, she cries, From slav’ry’s sleep thou shalt awake, For thou, too, hast a Washington, With strength thy chains to break. The clarion voice of thy Kossuth Shall ring through all the world; Kor cease its sound till from his throne Old Despotism’s hurled. The light of his great mind will drive Oppression’s clouds away, And usher in upon the world Fair freedom’s glorious day. Though in a dungeon tyrants dared A Kossuth to confine, The radiance of his glorious soul Through prison Avails would shine. That light formed on despair’s dark cloud A glowing rainbow bright, That filled the hearts of Hungary’s sons With hope’s enlivening light. Oh, great Kossuth, here every heart Contains for thee a shrine, Where fervent prayers are offered up For the rights of thee and thine.
