Hasten thee back, and, as thou goest, sing
Such gladsome lays as yet may re-inspire
Hearts that are dead with ever tameless fire.
His Will is done; the time is here. The Day
Dawns; and the Morning Star, so God doth say,
Shall be thy sign.”
Raffi.
A garden once, luxuriantly fair,
Now is Armenia choked with thorn and tare: