Fraternity-Testvériség, 1974 (52. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1974-01-01 / 1-3. szám

WELCOME TO KOSSUTH

Welcome! welcome! gallant hero!

Hones hearts will meet thee there;

And the open arms of freedom

Shall defend and give thee cheer.

Here no Russian czar shall bind thee,

Here no prison w'alls enslave,

But the power of truth shall guard thee,

And our banners o’er thee wave.

Here shall woman, kind and gentle,

Always cheering on the brave,

Banish all thy thoughts of sadness,

As a calm subdues the wave.

Here shall men, both young and aged,

Meet thee while their hearts rejoice;

Here Shall bright-eyed children listen,

While they hear thy manly voice.

Welcome! welcome! noble hero!

Honest hearts will meet thee here;

And the open arms of freedom

Shall defend and give thee cheer.

Worcester, Mass., Dec. 1851. C. Jillson

From: “Gleason’s Pictural Drawing Room Companion.” Dec. 1851----o---AMERICA TO KOSSUTH AND HIS COMRADES A Salutatory Ode:

Hail! hail to the Chief and his Heroes of Freedom, Prescribed by the tryant, 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 eheir fortune — who yield their own

welfare,

From Poland’s sad fate a brave people to save.

The despot now triumphs, though but for a season;

Your Hungary lies in her fetters full low;

But Truth has its germs in the hearts of her people: The Spring-time of Liberty cometh but slow. Yet still it approacheth, as day follows darkness, When spoilers their “destiny” may not delay: — Full many things, honored in earlier stages,

The world in its manhood still putteth away.

Boston, 1853 William Ashbury Kenton

Published in the “Boston Atlas,” September 1851.

ODE TO KOSSUTH

Tremble, ye haughty sceptered ones,

For in resistless might

The oppress’d shall rise, and the proud foe Your hosts will put to flight..

Hasten ye, haste, sweet liberty!

And give they rule to Hungary!

God of the patriot! to thee

Our prayer ascend. O guide

Downtrodden, bleeding Hungary,

And him, his country’s bride.

’Tis Kossuth calls thee — Liberty! —

To his beloved Hungary!

The captive shall again be free,

Nor feel the tyrant’s dart,

Exiles return from distant realms,

And joy lights up each heart.

Descend from Heaven, sweet liberty!

And give thy rule to Hungary!

How many patriot fathers fell America for thee!

They counted not their life-blood To make thee great and free.

Heaven-born goddess Liberty,

0 spread thy wings o’er Hungary.

Paul Abadie

From: The Fireman and Other Poems.

1852.

(To Be Continued)

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