Even upon their children’s children avenging thyself,
For thee and for thy sisters,
For us and for our brothers,
And for all the stock of the disinherited children of Satan avenging thyself
Upon the protected caste
Of God-fearing, privileged
Citizens.
Jan Opolský (b. 1878).
TWILIGHT YEARNING
O come, thou peaceful dove of even-tide!
The soothing bells grow faint on pasture-ways;
A death-like muteness waxes far and wide,
The forest shrine amid its secrets sways.
Torches on peaks, pale glimmers from the lakes,
Into the gloom in dim array depart;
A mute, great spirit rises o'er the brakes.
Unmoved by solemn rhythms is the heart.
The unconcealèd tracks from earth to earth,
Into the dusk upon their orbits speed;
Nigh is the moment . . . calm of mighty worth,
My youthful soul, conceal thou not thy creed!
