This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ...Thy plains are covered with blood, the redness of which pitiless destruction will change to black, the emblem of mourning for the victories thy sons have gained over the sacrilegious enemies of thy sacred soil. Kossuth's Farewell to his Country. 271 How many gratefnl hearts have sent their prayers to the throne of the ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ...Thy plains are covered with blood, the redness of which pitiless destruction will change to black, the emblem of mourning for the victories thy sons have gained over the sacrilegious enemies of thy sacred soil. Kossuth's Farewell to his Country. 271 How many gratefnl hearts have sent their prayers to the throne of the Almighty! How many tears have gnshed from their verydepth to implore pity! How much blood has been shed to testify that the Magyar idolizes his country, and that he knows how to die for it! And yet, land of my love, thou art in slavery. From thy very bosom will be forged the chains to bind all that is sacred, and to aid all that is sacrilegious. Oh, Almighty Creator, if thou lovest thy people to whom thou didst give victory under our heroic ancestor, Arapad, I implore thee not to sink them in degradation. I speak to thee, my country, thus from the abyss of my despair, and whilst yet lingering on the threshold of thy soil. Pardon me that a great number of thy sons have shed their blood for thee on my account. I pleaded for thee--I hoped for thee, even in the dark word 'Be '. grasped the bloody plume, even when they said, "Thou art no longer a nation on the soil of the Magyar." Time has written thy destiny on the pages of thy story in yellow and black letters--death. The Colossus of the North has set his seal to the sentence. But the glowing iron of the East shall melt that seal. For thee, my country, that has shed so much blood, there is no pity; for does not the tyrant eat his bread on the hills formed of the bones of thy children? The ingrate, whom thou hast fattened with thy abundance, rose against thee; he rose against thee, the traitor to his mother, and destroyed thee utterly-Thou hast endured all; thou hast not cursed thine exi...
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