Thou who hast seen her fortunes wax and wane,
Tell me, I pray thee! Must she thus remain?
Must this unhappy nation ever be
By foreign princes held in slavery?
Is the Armenian and his stricken race
Counted unworthy in God’s judgment-place?
Comes there a day, comes there a season that
Shall hail a flag on topmost Ararat,
Calling Armenians, wheresoe’er they roam,
To seek once more their loved and beauteous home?