They comfort the sad, but still Sadness enshrouds.
Before the hromada[[58]] the Cossack bows low:
“Farewell, friends and foes, and all whom I know.
Farewell! If perchance I have quarrelled with some
(Or if with my friends has a variance come),
I have ended all strife and all quarrelling sore,
Because I return, O hromada, no more!”
NIGHT ON THE ROAD
Dark the road and lonely,
A Cossack comes a-riding—