21.05.2007, 15:07
The Polish Insurrection
Blow ye the trumpet; gather from afar
The hosts to battle; be not bought and sold.
Arise, brave Poles, the boldest of the bold;
Break through your iron shackles, - fling them far.
O for those days of Piast, ere the Czar
Grew to this strength among his desert cold;
When even Moscow’s cupulas were rolled
The growing murmurs of the Polish war!
Now must your noble anger blaze out more
Than when from Sobieski, clan by clan,
The Moslem myriads fell and fled before;
Than when Zamoyski smote the Tatar Khan;
Than, earlier, when on the Baltic shore
Boleslas drove the Pomeranian.
Blow ye the trumpet; gather from afar
The hosts to battle; be not bought and sold.
Arise, brave Poles, the boldest of the bold;
Break through your iron shackles, - fling them far.
O for those days of Piast, ere the Czar
Grew to this strength among his desert cold;
When even Moscow’s cupulas were rolled
The growing murmurs of the Polish war!
Now must your noble anger blaze out more
Than when from Sobieski, clan by clan,
The Moslem myriads fell and fled before;
Than when Zamoyski smote the Tatar Khan;
Than, earlier, when on the Baltic shore
Boleslas drove the Pomeranian.