[Contents]My TestamentWhen I die, remember, lay meLowly in the silent tomb,Where the prairie stretches free,Sweet Ukraine, my cherished home.There, ’mid meadows’ grassy sward,Dnieper’s waters pouringMay be seen and may be heard,Mighty in their roaring.When from Ukraine waters bearRolling to the sea so farFoeman’s blood, no longer thereStay I where my ashes are.Grass and hills I’ll leave and fly.Unto throne of God I’ll go,There in heaven to pray on high,But, till then, no God I know.Standing then about my grave,Make ye haste, your fetters tear!Sprinkled with the foeman’s bloodThen shall rise your freedom fair.Then shall spring a kinship great,This a family new and free.Sometimes in your glorious state,Gently, kindly, speak of me.[145]First Burial Mound of the Poet.First Burial Mound of the Poet.
[Contents]My TestamentWhen I die, remember, lay meLowly in the silent tomb,Where the prairie stretches free,Sweet Ukraine, my cherished home.There, ’mid meadows’ grassy sward,Dnieper’s waters pouringMay be seen and may be heard,Mighty in their roaring.When from Ukraine waters bearRolling to the sea so farFoeman’s blood, no longer thereStay I where my ashes are.Grass and hills I’ll leave and fly.Unto throne of God I’ll go,There in heaven to pray on high,But, till then, no God I know.Standing then about my grave,Make ye haste, your fetters tear!Sprinkled with the foeman’s bloodThen shall rise your freedom fair.Then shall spring a kinship great,This a family new and free.Sometimes in your glorious state,Gently, kindly, speak of me.[145]First Burial Mound of the Poet.First Burial Mound of the Poet.
My Testament
When I die, remember, lay meLowly in the silent tomb,Where the prairie stretches free,Sweet Ukraine, my cherished home.There, ’mid meadows’ grassy sward,Dnieper’s waters pouringMay be seen and may be heard,Mighty in their roaring.When from Ukraine waters bearRolling to the sea so farFoeman’s blood, no longer thereStay I where my ashes are.Grass and hills I’ll leave and fly.Unto throne of God I’ll go,There in heaven to pray on high,But, till then, no God I know.Standing then about my grave,Make ye haste, your fetters tear!Sprinkled with the foeman’s bloodThen shall rise your freedom fair.Then shall spring a kinship great,This a family new and free.Sometimes in your glorious state,Gently, kindly, speak of me.[145]First Burial Mound of the Poet.First Burial Mound of the Poet.
When I die, remember, lay meLowly in the silent tomb,Where the prairie stretches free,Sweet Ukraine, my cherished home.There, ’mid meadows’ grassy sward,Dnieper’s waters pouringMay be seen and may be heard,Mighty in their roaring.When from Ukraine waters bearRolling to the sea so farFoeman’s blood, no longer thereStay I where my ashes are.Grass and hills I’ll leave and fly.Unto throne of God I’ll go,There in heaven to pray on high,But, till then, no God I know.Standing then about my grave,Make ye haste, your fetters tear!Sprinkled with the foeman’s bloodThen shall rise your freedom fair.Then shall spring a kinship great,This a family new and free.Sometimes in your glorious state,Gently, kindly, speak of me.
When I die, remember, lay meLowly in the silent tomb,Where the prairie stretches free,Sweet Ukraine, my cherished home.
When I die, remember, lay me
Lowly in the silent tomb,
Where the prairie stretches free,
Sweet Ukraine, my cherished home.
There, ’mid meadows’ grassy sward,Dnieper’s waters pouringMay be seen and may be heard,Mighty in their roaring.
There, ’mid meadows’ grassy sward,
Dnieper’s waters pouring
May be seen and may be heard,
Mighty in their roaring.
When from Ukraine waters bearRolling to the sea so farFoeman’s blood, no longer thereStay I where my ashes are.
When from Ukraine waters bear
Rolling to the sea so far
Foeman’s blood, no longer there
Stay I where my ashes are.
Grass and hills I’ll leave and fly.Unto throne of God I’ll go,There in heaven to pray on high,But, till then, no God I know.
Grass and hills I’ll leave and fly.
Unto throne of God I’ll go,
There in heaven to pray on high,
But, till then, no God I know.
Standing then about my grave,Make ye haste, your fetters tear!Sprinkled with the foeman’s bloodThen shall rise your freedom fair.
Standing then about my grave,
Make ye haste, your fetters tear!
Sprinkled with the foeman’s blood
Then shall rise your freedom fair.
Then shall spring a kinship great,This a family new and free.Sometimes in your glorious state,Gently, kindly, speak of me.
Then shall spring a kinship great,
This a family new and free.
Sometimes in your glorious state,
Gently, kindly, speak of me.
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First Burial Mound of the Poet.First Burial Mound of the Poet.
First Burial Mound of the Poet.