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THE KOBZAR OF THE UKRAINE
'TWAS dawn, 'tis evening light,
So passes Day divine.
Again the weary folk
And all things earthly
Take their rest.
I alone, remorseful
For my country's woes,
Weep day and night,
By the thronged cross-roads,
Unheeded by all.
They see not, they know not;
Deaf ears, they hear not.
They trade old fetters for new
And barter righteousness,
Make nothing of their God.
They harness the people
With heavy yokes.
Evil they plough,
With evil they sow.
What crops will spring?
What harvest will you see?
Arouse ye, unnatural ones.
Children of Herod!
Look on this calm Eden.
Your own Ukraine,
Bestow on her tender love.
Mighty in her ruins.
Break your fetters.
Join in brotherhood.
Seek not in foreign lands
