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SONGS OF THE SLAV
THE DAUGHTER OF SLÁVA
Jan Kollár
Canto III.Sonnet 62
A hundred times I spoke, but now I call
To you divided, O Slavonians!
Let's be a whole and not a part in clans;
Be one in harmony or naught at all.
A dove-like nation we in scorn are styled.
But doves you know are come of such a stock
That loves to live within a common flock,
And so may you apply this trait reviled.
O Slavs, thou race of many fragments!
United forces e'er results will show,
But waste and dry the circling currents.
O Slavs, who are of many heads a race!
The wise indeed a death no worse can know
Than life that sloth, void, darkness doth embrace.
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