FOOTNOTES:

[4] This piece is famous for the description it contains of Russia’s progress eastward.

[5] Two mountains in the Caucasian range subdued by Russia with the rest of the Caucasus.

I’m sad, for, loving thee, I know full well

That this world’s talk, with its calumnious spell,

Will never spare thy fresh youth’s opening flower.

For every happy day and sunny hour,

Fate will exact in grief and tears his pay.

I’m sad because I see my loved one gay!

Moscow, I love thee with a filial love,

Strong, burning, tender, which a Russian knows!

I love the holy gleam thy brows above,

Thy battled Kremlin in its calm repose.

In vain the foreign Potentate[6] essayed,

Great Russian giant of a thousand years,

To cope with thee, and, by deceit betrayed,

To make thee bow thy soul to craven fears.

In vain the Stranger spurred; you reared; he fell!

The world grew silent ’neath his mighty spell;

Whilst thou alone didst live, my stately one,

Thou heir to glories ours, and ours alone!

Thou livest still, and every stone of thine

Doth tell of generations tales divine.