My country! In your days of glory past
A
beauteous halo circled round your brow.
And
worshipped as a deity you were...
Where
is that glory, where that reverence now?
Your
eagle pinion is chained down at last
And
grovelling in the lowly dust are you;
Your
minstrel has no wreath to weave for you
Save
the sad story of your misery
Well
- let me dive into the depths of time,
And
bring from out of the ages that have rolled
A
few small fragments of those wrecks sublime,
Which
human eyes may never more behold:
And
let the guerdon of my labour be
My
fallen country! One kind wish from you!
-Henry
Louis Vivian Derozio
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