THE AUTOCRAT'S ANTHEM.
For Law and Ruth, and Faith and Truth,
With my jackboot's heel I'll spurn 'em!
March, my Cossacks, o'er the Pruth,
Non confundar in æternum!
Hot with blood-drouth from North and South,
Let my grim field-batteries thunder
Chorus from each iron mouth,
In æternum non confundar!