Armenian Poems/The New Generation


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WHEN the mother, with sore travail, To the world a man-child gives,Let a sharp sword from his father de the first gift he receives,
As he grows, instead of playthings, Toys for childish sport and game,Let his father give him, rather. A good gun, of deadly aim.
When his time is come for schooling, Let him to the sword give heed;Teach him first to wield his weapon; After, let him learn to read.
Skill of reading, craft of writing, Is a useful thing and good;But at the examinations Ask him first, "Canst thou shed blood?"
Hope ye in no other manner Poor Armenia to save.It the beggar's part beseemeth Independent men and brave.
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