The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1851-11-05
Farewell Address Of Kossuth to
Hungary

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Hungary
1t is stated that before Kossuth's de-
pariufe from the Hungarian soil, he
knelt down upon it, opened his arms a,
if he would embrace its fields, kissed
the earih moistened and sanctifed by
the blood Of its most valuable children,
aud alter addressing a short prayer to
the D,poser of all events, he pronounc-
ed the following eloquent
FAREWELL TO THE FATHERLAND.
God be with thee my beloved Father
land God be with thee, Fatherland of
the Mngyars! God be with thee, land
Of torures I shall not be abl e to be-
hold the submits of Thy mountains /;
no more shall be able to call my Faith.
erland, the soil, where, on the mothers
heart | imbibed the milk Of Freedom
and Justice I!
Pardon me, my Falherland, men who
are condemned TO wander about far
from thee, because strove-in thy wei
fare. Pardon me who no more call
anything free, but the small space.
where am how kneeling down with a
few OF thy sons. My looks fall upon
thee. o, poor Fatherland see thee
bent down with suiferings ! now turn
them to iuturity, thy Future is nothing
but a great grief! - Thy plains are
moistened with crimson gore, which will
soon be blackened by unmerclful de-
vasta,ion and destruction, as if to mourn
over the numberless conquests which
thy Sons have achieved over the accur>
sed enemies of thy hallowed soil. How
many grateful hearts lifted up their
prayers to the Throne Of the Almighty
How many tears have flowed. which
would even have moved He'll to COM
passion How many streams Of blood
have run, as proofs, how the Hungarian
loves his Fatherland, and how he can
die for it ! and yet hast thou, beloved
Fatherand, become a slave
Thy beloved sons are chained and
dragged away like slaves, destined Ia
fetter again every thing that is holy
to become serviceable to all that is un.
holy o Lord, if Thou lowest Thy
people, whose heroic ancestors Thou
didst enable 10 conquer under Arpad
amid SO manifold dangers, beseccl
Thee, and implore Thee, 0 humble
il not
Behold, my dear Fatherland, thus
speaks TO thee thy son, in the whrlwind
of troubles and despair, on thy utmost
boundary!
Pardon me, if the great number o
thy sons have shed their blood for m,
sake, or rather for thine, because | wa,
their representative because | prolec
ted thee, when on thy brow was writer
in letters Of blood the word " Danger,
because when il was called unto thee
'' lie Slave" took up the sword fol
thee because | girded on my swort
when the enemy had the audacity II
say Thou art no more a nation il
The laud of the Magyars
With gigantic PAGES time rolled on
with black-yelow letters fate wrote OF
the pages thy history" Death !" and II
stamp the seal upon it, it called ih,
Northern Colossus to assist. But ih
reddening morning dawn of the Soull
will melt this seal
Behold, my dear Fatherland, for the
who has shed SO much OF thy blood
there is not even compassion; becaus,
on thy hills, which are lowered up b,
the bones of thy fallen sons, Tyrann
earns her bread.
o see, my dear Faiherlandl the un
grateful, whom thou didst nourish iror
the ia. OF thy pleni,ude, has turned q
gainst thee, against thee has turned IT.
traitor, to destroy thee from the head T.
the sole of thy foo, Blu, thou, noble ma
lion. hast endured all this, thou hast no
cursed thy fate. because in thy boso'
over all suffering, HoPE is enshrined.
Magyars tUrn your look not ava
from me for even a, this moment m
tears aow only for you, and the soil o