Where tempests roar and nature is unkind: Such was our land since Samo`s rule had passed With Samo`s spirit - now an icy blast Sweeps o`er his grave reft from the nation`s mind. Our fathers` bickerings let Pepin bind His yoke upon us, then came thick and fast Bloodstained revolts and wars, the Turk at last - With woes our history is deeply lined. Our age of glory needs must disappear When deeds of valour ceased in our past state And triumphs that our songs could celebrate. The flowers on our Parnassus shyly rear Their heads - the flowers that have been spared by fate: They were all fed on many a plaint and tear.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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