Classic Poem

Of all the nations new and free —
The remnant seed of cruelty —
Who has a better right to be
A foster-child of Liberty
Than thou,
Armenia?
Lift up with hope thy stricken brow —
See! all the West sends cheer to thee,
Armenia.

Oh, thousand years of wrong and scorn!
Oh, night that seemed to have no morn!
Martyr of cross and spear and thorn,
Thy path to Calvary shall be worn
No more,
Armenia!
Last of the fateful brood of war,
The world stands still till thou be born,
Armenia.

By Ararat the blood-stained snow
No more shall lie; Euphrates' flow
Unmoaning to the sea shall go.
Time shall restring the harp of woe
To willowy song,
Armenia,
And memory shall make thee strong
And thou what thou hast dreamed shalt know,