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VISION OF THE HEROES OF POLAND
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From rank to rank, from heart to heartA thrill of awe, a shuddering startRuns, and from each lip is heardStammer'd one great signal word.
The old Titan-spirit breaksFrom sleep, and to the strife awakes;—Before the warriors on he strides,And the sacred struggle guides.
Dawning through the misty skiesThe Pyramids' dim outlines rise,And in bright clouds crimson-taintedMoscow's grave of flame is painted.
Like a city high of heavenLeipsic to the sight is given,As the powder-smoke entomb'd it,And the flashing guns illumed it.
Now the great storm onward hurl'dBursts like the doomsday of the world;North and south the heaven streamsPurpled with bloody flickering gleams.
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