Sabres rang, and father, brother,
Ne'er again beheld each other,--
Us away they rudely tore.
Though my eyes with tears are thronging,
Still, thou distant motherland,
They are turned, how full of longing,
Full of love, toward thy strand!
Thou, O child, alone dost save me
From the thought that anguish gave me,
Life to quench with hardy hand.