The daily union. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1845-1857, 1851-12-06


imbibed the milk of Freedom and Justice "Kosssihs
FareUeA AddreH.
Farewell, beloved Faherland~-
Farewell, oh land Of tortures--land of tears
Land Of the Masyars-holy land
Adieu TO thee, land of my earliest years!
Thy mountain SUBMITS no shall
No more--oh more-I wander far from thee
Oh pardon me, my Fatheand;
Withhold not thy deep love kneel upon
Thy halowed soil my heart, my hand,
Imploringy raise TO thee! Yon sun
Behoiis my fervent ,nyer: "God be with thee ~
My own dear Hungary-God bless and make thee free
Oh pardon me- condemned
Far from my native land-away from thee.
mourn, uas without home.
My country, oh my country, must see
Thee Tor the last, last time and must thou, then,
Become the tyrant's prey-lorever theirs remain!
My Fatherland, what do see
Borne down, laid waste with crimson gore o'efowng,
And bleeding yet Oh, hard decree,
To see thy woes, thy greis, still growing
To see the despot gorying in Thy fall- ....-#
To see unhoIy Tyranny respond to Tyrants call
Oh, home of tears for thee weep;
For thee Ilived-thy welfare Oh how dear
Thy freedom to my heart Aud deep
As are Thy grefs, thy wrongs, do revere.
Adore and love, with heart, and eye. and hand,
Thy SOIL thy sons thy rghts-my own dear Fatherland
Too deep thy wound. Thou'st fallen, and slave
Thou art thy struggle was but brief,
Though fierce and bloody. till distractions wave
Rolled over thee. and swep, thy glorious name
From out the list OF nations free, but not thy fame
Land OF my heart, once more kneel
Upon thy soil /; l kiss my mother earth;
l clasp thee 10 my heart l ieel
Thy wrongs-they pierce my soul! leave my hea RIB,
My wife, my babes feel haste away
In still loving thee ia this thy darkest day
Thy sons chaincd-thy brave Slain
The Heroes OF my ruined Fatherland
Arc dragged away like slaves in vain
Thy boidest hea have bled-in vain the hand
or sire, of son raised! Thy holy cause
Isuampled under foot-Iiumphsnt arc the laws
or Despotism, while DER the grave
or many a fallen Patriot now is heard
The dark, unholy revsl Of the knave,
The despot, and the tyrant, whose fierce horde
or slaves, Of hirelings, have laid waste thy home,
Oh, Thou Eternal God, Thy vengeance must
My Fatherand, thus speaks to thee
Thy exled 500, ia sorrow and despair.
Away upon thy utmost boundary
knccl my looks fall upon thec, and there
"Oh. OF woes FL see thy strength hath fed,
Thou'r slan-ocrhowing with the blood thy ha
shed!
bleed for thee, land OF my soul .#.
/ weep for thee Oh, Hungary, my tears
Flow but for thee Dark OF DER roll
My heart is broken. have seen tho years
That come. j see thy homes oriorn-
A wastes dcsolated field for sorrows borne
Tboum fallen but thy fall was not
Thy fault Twas the Tyrant's might that wrough
Thy ruin foreign foe could plot
Or strike thy blow twas thins son who brought
Destruction, ruin, sorrow, blood. and tears
Upon thy sacred soil--thy nourishcd one for years!
Curse him, oh Magyar curse his name!
The demon oil your honestly blght--thy
Destroyer OF thy hopes, not fame
He sought but gold the despot's gt'ring purse
To him was dearer Than the sight OF blood
For Freedom she'd by his brothers, brave and good
Then Hy from bin--the Tyrant's tool
Who would bstrsy his Fathersnd-who sworc
That he would shed his purcst blood
In thy defence. Curse him forsvermorc-
Tho Traitor OF his native land-he who
Throughout eternity his crime cannot undo
Once more farewell, my Fatherand
Once moro thy cxsd son must say adeu
Yet once again ! raise my hand
To bless thy honored sons. Once more 1 view
NV native land. pray that IL may coon be free
NV own dear Fatheriand, farewell God be with thee
4. H.
JACKSONVILLE, Pa, Nov. 30, 1851.