Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/Poland
POLAND.
O sister mine, unknown to me,
Whom yet I loved since long ago!
Westward from Poland's pyre I see
A kindred flame is set aglow.
The world is lit by Slavdom's pyre,
Which scarce enkindled, blinds the sight.
'Mid Slavdom's calm a festive fire
Of coming strength flings out its light.
Where it bursts forth,—the Pole is there;
The Russian,—where in depths it strays;
But by one lightning-flash they bear
Into the gloom an age-long blaze.
Thou, Poland, Slavdom's arrow art;
I see the bow-string tensely spanned;
Quiver, where dearth has ne'er a part,
And wrath of God's extended hand.
Poland, to thee I am akin!
The fire of headstrong dreams, the trust
In fiery destiny shall win
Its all,—or sink amid the dust!
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929. The longest-living author of this work died in 1970, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 53 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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