The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1850-08-15
THE NATIONAL ERA.
For the National Ira.
THE FALL or HUNGARY.
BY THE WORKSHOP BARD.

Storm clouds have overcast thy sky,
And fesrfully the furious blast
Hath swept thee, smitten Hungary
As Ger thy heritage IL passed
Thy free bold hearts, who firmly stood,
Have stained the Thesis with their blood
One pealing shout, one rallying call,
Rang from her wild Csrpathian hills;
The startling summons Weakened all,
Each patriot bosom throbs and thrills,
As KOssuth's voice rings to the sky,
"Strike we for God, and Hungary
Up from each green and sunny plain,
Down from each rugged mountain slope,
Thick as the ears Of bearded grain,
Stern, serried ranks came sweeping On,
And mountain gorge and rocky glen
Echoed the tramp Of marshslIed men.
Fire leaped from every flashing eye,
Wrath crouehed on every knitted brow,
Drawn sabres cleaned quick reply,
AS Austria babe them bassly bow,
Owning her hated tyrant sway
Over the rights of Hungary.
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They rushed upon their Cossack foes,
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With fiery charge and deadly blows;
Rank upon rank was crushed and riven,
As by lightning stroke from Heaven.
Proud AustriA's CrOats and RussiA's hordss,
Armed to the teeth in triple steel,
Are mowu like grass by Hungsry's swords,
Ths1REoud Magyar is on their heel;
Dem5 Pc shout rings quick and loud,
AS pssIs the bolt from summer cloud
Thy hour, thy glorious hour, had come
Thy triumph shout we bent to hear;
God! our hearts were stricken dumb
GOrgey's treacherous career
Hath done what Croats and Cosssck hordes
Could not achieve with spears and words.
No more the conquerlng arm Of BEN
Leads on thy host through gorge and glade,
With flashing sabre pointing them
Where thuDders the fierce eannonade
StOrming his way, In deadly ire,
Der red track Of blood and fire.
No more veil hear, at dawn Of day,
The cheering shout, the changing horn
Wind from the turrets, cold and gray,
ofths old fortress Of Comorn;
E~ patriots dead are rcayyS AslssYlOg,
On their loved soil, in Deaths cold keeping
- Around thy desolstsd homes,
y. r. @s"GAtenT' b ~ 'ssr-dro0s fall
Fah her, nor son, nor lover, comes
Back 70 The Old ancestral hall
Dead on the CRY battle 6sld
Each pillowed on his battered shield.
How must thy noble spirits feel,
To see those pirate banners float,
While RussiA's Bear Is on thy heel,
And AHstrias grip Is on thy throat
Heavens! there are chAfed hearts that fSin
Would tear those standards down again.
God help thee, hapless Father land"
Thy glorious heritage and pride
We're trusted In a traitors hand,
A base and guilty parricide.
GOrgey, thy memory shall be
curse, taunt, mockery.
Go hide within the Kremlim's wall,
Thou traitor vile to Huugarys veal
Go where her bleeding martyrs fall,
Writing beneath the Russians steel
Where strsngling cord at Hsynau's beck,
Goes round each noble patriots neck.
Bear, IL thou csnst, her fiery curse
Poured messurelsss upon thy head;
Hsr CORY soil its flames shall nurse;
The bones Of her Gnburied dead
Through Kossuth, call on sons and sires,
Course ye the traitor, o Msgysrs!"+
Let Russia forge her iron bands,
They'll burst with yet wilder power;
Though on their nscks the tyrant stands,
Magyars will know their rising hour;
Young nurseling of Vienns's hslls,t
Thou'lt see ID yet from Buda's walls.
Ho! to the brave and noble band,
To HuDgary's cause so tried and true,
Columbia stretches forth her hand
There's room for each, for all Of you
our arms, our hearts, we open fling,
To greet you-a warm welcoming.
roy, ~ ", December 10, ls49.
Curse him, people OF the Niagara"
KoSSuthS address
And thou, o youthful monarch OF the Hungsra
ret not that my nation is not destined for thee Hes
res me with the confidence that the day will dawn
all be proved to thee the ruined walls OF b.
RoSSuth'S address 10 his CouHtr!