Negen śe Ge Kinene Slowanskeho
'Tis not alone that of Slavonia's stem,
She is a simple and a smiling flower;
Tho' the obdurate frank and saxon's power
Have sought to rase the impress of the gem.
Oh! many erring sons of Slawa know
Too little of her glories — they conspire,
Her language — their sire's fame — to overthrow,
Nor heed the frownings of celestial ire.
A heart as pure as are the pearls of dew —
An english spirit in a child-like guise —
A magic on the lips and in the eyes,
And friendship's strength, and beauty's sparkling hue.
Ye fame-full tribes and tongues! since heaven has given
All this, what more would ye expect from heaven?
She is a simple and a smiling flower;
Tho' the obdurate frank and saxon's power
Have sought to rase the impress of the gem.
Oh! many erring sons of Slawa know
Too little of her glories — they conspire,
Her language — their sire's fame — to overthrow,
Nor heed the frownings of celestial ire.
A heart as pure as are the pearls of dew —
An english spirit in a child-like guise —
A magic on the lips and in the eyes,
And friendship's strength, and beauty's sparkling hue.
Ye fame-full tribes and tongues! since heaven has given
All this, what more would ye expect from heaven?
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