Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1851-12-12

LUZ J0' IiilSCi "" my SLoie, NY Pdruon 10 Oh
For striving for thy happiness, and striving all in
linger yet, where tyranny her hideons form up
rears,
And, gazing on thy blood-dyed soil, my eyes are
dnmed with tears
My heart-strings bleed with anguish, the bitter
truth to feel,
That the only spot to freedom left, is that where
on kneel
Ny Country! l am looking now my last upon
thy shore
see thy once 50 lovely plains DER flowed with
human gore,
The redness of which carnage fierce will change
to hue of night
For the victories of thy children, won in many
deadly fight
turn me to TIE coming years, ana try to pierce
the cloud
That screens thy sad fate from my view, as the
coffin hides the shroud.
But not single ray Of hope, DER thy future dark
doth steal,
And woes seem gathering for thee there, time
can alone reveal
How, many hearts have offered up fervent pray
er's to God,
And from their very depths have gushed how
many tears OF OlOOu,
Implaring aid and sympathy for that devoted
land,
'Gainst which the tyrant in his power hath dared
to lift his hand
My country how much blood has flowed on the
sanguine field of war
To prove the stedfast love for thee, of the ever
brave Magyar;
And yet, beloved land, thou groan'St beneath a
tyrant power,
And letters they have forged for thee, are
Strengthening every hour
From thy own bosom, they have forged those
letters to degrade
All that we deem as sacred-and sacrilege to
aid.
Oh! God of Heaven thou art alone the God
whom we adore
By the love that thou dost bear to us, thy mercy
we implore.
If thou dost still regard that race as once, with
feelings warm,
To whom, with Arpad for their chief, thou CAV ST
a conquering arm
We pray to thee with bursting hearts thy saving
power to show,
And raise us from the deep ABYSS where we are
plunged so low
speaH to thee, my country, with an DER burthen-
ed heart.
Upon thy threshold lingering still, unwilling TO
depart.
Forgive me that onmy account thy sons SO free
Their blood for thee, when every hope Of liberty
had fed
plead for thec--I hoped for thee--I bowed for
thee in prayer,
When fate had traced upon thy brow, the with
crng word, "DesPar,'
| raised my voice in thy behalf when they said
'.be thou slave,
No more triumphant in the breeze, shall Free
dom's Hammer wave =
When told for thee, on Magyar soil, that there no
more was room,
Yh,R oi1t the sword about me, and grasped
the bloody plume.
Time onthy history page, hath traced fate Of
midnight hue,
And the Colossus of the north hath set his seal
thereto.
But, BY the glowing eastern iron that seal shall
melted be,
And once again, our Hungary, shall stand erect
and free.
THERE'S no pity now for thee, for the tyran; eats
his bread
On hills uprearcd like mountains high, of the
bones OF patriots dead
The migrate who received from thee, all he pos
scsed on earth,
He rose against thee TO destroy the land that gave
him birth;
But noby thou hast borne it all, nor yielded to
despair,
For hope has built within thy breast, her nest
and sinreth there
Magyar turn not aside from me with gloom
becIouding brow;
Nv eyes o'erllow with grief for you, as | gaze
upon you now,
For the sol, on which my lettering steps still
wander, is the same
That have ever idolzcd-and Hungary still its
name,
Ny count-y-not the strangers iron, thy sepui-
chre hath made,
Northe thunder Of the fourteen powers against
thee all arrayed,
Nor yota fifteenth Fastening on, thy spirit to aP-
pail,
( Hath doomed thee 10 destruction, and forced thy
! arms 70 fail
No! thou hast meanly been betrayed, thy grave
7 been followed out
/ By one, whose ardent love for thee, never dar-
cd 10 doubt
1 Thou hast been betrayed by one, to whom
I deemed might conhde
/ The valiant hosts OF ibcrty-our conntry's pow.
/ er and pride;
/ He hath treason done TO her, who gave to hin
the boon Of life,
For. more seductive than the blood shed in the
patriot strife,
Hath been the gaudy glitter Of the naughty des
/ pots gold
For which the hated miscreaIt, his native lane
hath sold
But he has basely left his God, for the dark allies
Of He'll;
And God has left him, evermore with the son:
ofnigh; TO dwell.
Companions. blame me not because gave thi:
man my place,
In the ranks Of Freedom his had been, an old, IA
mi.iar face,
The army loved him-he had gained Ger it
magic power
Tua, would have been my Joy and pride TO wiel
single hour,
And yet the nations confidence, the traitor, daT
ed be,ray.
And with the hatred Of iend, the army's low
repay.
Curse him, We M.gyars-on him rest an ouua
Ced nations ban.
And curse the fount Of life, that nursed this fall