Rhymes from the Russian

by Unknown

They roll and they rage, full of majesty glorious,

In broad ridges, boundless and free—

Speeding on to the shore where the tall cliffs are gleaming,

Glancing down o’er the deep of the blue;

So my thoughts from afar, whether waking or dreaming,

Stream ever, dear country, to you.

FROM COUNT T.

NO HALF-MEASURES.

If you love—then, love without reason;

If you threaten—don’t threaten in play;