We seek no refuge nor repose:
We ask, and shall not ask in vain,—
“Give us our heritage again!”
Thy winds are ice-bound in the sea;
Thine eagle cowers till storms are past;
Lord! when those moaning winds are free,
When eagles mount upon the blast,
O! breathe upon our icy chain,
And float our Poland’s flag again!
’Twas for thy cause we once were strong;