But why this hate? Na}r, answer, why?

Is it because, when burning Moscow's ruins flamed,

We would not own his brutal rule,

Before whose nod you, humbled, crouched?

Because we rose and dashed to ground

The idol that so long had weighed the empires down,

And boldly with our blood redeemed

Lost Europe's honour, freedom, peace?

Your threats are loud; now, try and prove as loud in deed!

Think ye, the aged hero, sleeping in his bed,

No more has strength to wield the sword of Ismail?

Or that the word of Russian Tsar has weaker grown?

Or have we ne'er with Europe warred,

And lost the victor's cunning skill?

Or are we few? Erom shores of Perm to southern

Tauris,

From Finnish cliffs of ice to fiery Colchis,

From Kremlin's battered battlements

As far as China's circling wall,

Not one shall fail his country's call!

Then send, assemblies of the West,

Your fiercest troops in full array!

In Russian plains we'll find them place

To sleep with those who fell before!

GOD GRANT, MY REASON NE'ER BETRAY ME God grant, my reason ne'er betray me;

Nay, better, fever-waste or want.

Nay, better, toil and starve.

'Tis not that I my mind or wit

Have e'er prized high, or that with them

I were not glad to part.

If but my freedom were untouched,

With joy and gladness would I make

My home in forest dark.