 | The poetical works of William H. C. Hosmer |  |
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THE POLE'S FAREWELL.
Warsaw, farewell! alone that word
Fame's dark eclipse recalls;
The voice of wail alone is heard
Within her ruined walls—
Her pavement rings beneath the tread
Of bondsmen by a master led.
Fame's dark eclipse recalls;
The voice of wail alone is heard
Within her ruined walls—
Her pavement rings beneath the tread
Of bondsmen by a master led.
Hope kindles on my native shore
No more her beacon-fires—
The northern Bear is trampling o'er
The dust of fallen sires,
And signal ever to destroy
Has been his growl of savage joy.
No more her beacon-fires—
The northern Bear is trampling o'er
The dust of fallen sires,
And signal ever to destroy
Has been his growl of savage joy.
Oh! for one hour of glory gone—
An arm of might to hurl
The Czar in thunder from his throne,
And Freedom's flag unfurl;
Then welcome like a bride the grave
Unbranded by the name of slave.
An arm of might to hurl
The Czar in thunder from his throne,
And Freedom's flag unfurl;
Then welcome like a bride the grave
Unbranded by the name of slave.
Our snow-white Eagle
screams no more
Defiance high and loud;
The wing is broken that could soar
Through battle's smoky cloud,
And wounded by a coward's spear,
His perch is now lost Poland's bier.
Defiance high and loud;
The wing is broken that could soar
Through battle's smoky cloud,
And wounded by a coward's spear,
His perch is now lost Poland's bier.
Once happy was the hall of home,
Now desolation's lair—
Blood stains its hearth, and I must roam,
A pilgrim of despair,
Leaving, when heart and brain grow cold,
My weary bones in foreign mould.
Now desolation's lair—
Blood stains its hearth, and I must roam,
A pilgrim of despair,
Leaving, when heart and brain grow cold,
My weary bones in foreign mould.
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