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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The White Czar. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
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Dost thou see on the rampart`s height
That wreath of mist, in the light
Of the midnight moon?  O, hist!
It is not a wreath of mist;
It is the Czar, the White Czar,
    Batyushka!  Gosudar! 

He has heard, among the dead,
The artillery roll o`erhead;
The drums and the tramp of feet
Of his soldiery in the street;
He is awake! the White Czar,
    Batyushka!  Gosudar! 

He has heard in the grave the cries
Of his people: "Awake! arise!"
He has rent the gold brocade
Whereof his shroud was made;
He is risen! the White Czar,
    Batyushka!  Gosudar! 

From the Volga and the Don
He has led his armies on,
Over river and morass,
Over desert and mountain pass;
The Czar, the Orthodox Czar,
    Batyushka!  Gosudar! 

He looks from the mountain-chain
Toward the seas, that cleave in twain
The continents; his hand
Points southward o`er the land
Of Roumili!  O Czar,
   Batyushka!  Gosudar! 

And the words break from his lips:
"I am the builder of ships,
And my ships shall sail these seas
To the Pillars of Hercules!
I say it; the White Czar,
    Batyushka!  Gosudar! 

"The Bosphorus shall be free;
It shall make room for me;
And the gates of its water-streets
Be unbarred before my fleets.
I say it; the White Czar,
    Batyushka!  Gosudar! 

"And the Christian shall no more
Be crushed, as heretofore,
Beneath thine iron rule,
O Sultan of Istamboul!
I swear it; I the Czar,
    Batyushka!  Gosudar!
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