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SONG FOR POLAND.

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SONG FOR POLAND. O THAT I were this autumn night Beneath Old Warsaw's wall- 'Gainst ruthless might to share the fight At Freedom's sacred call If by the spears the despot rears, In Poland's ranks I fell, The remnant of my wasted years Were wisely spent and well. Thou woald'st not blame, dear aged sire, The purpose of my prayer- Thou didst inspire the genial fire Which in this breast I bear- Thou badest me be, for liberty, Quick, generous, and bold, And gavest the battle-brand to me Thy fathers wore of old. Could'st thou, my English girl, upbraid If passing from thy side, ■ Fir once I strayed, and fondly made The Polish land my bride 1- cO not the less, thy loveliness Would smile on my return, Though that wronged land my steps should bless W hen she had ceased to mourn. The tyrant's gold may weapons buy, And slaves mav work his will- The spirit high of victory Nerves free-born bosoms still! To share the fight 'gainst ruthless might, At Freedom's sacred call, x o would I were, this autum night, Beneath old Warsaw's wall!

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