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THE pOLEJ--G0OD NIGHT. A seng--a song for Poland

 A cup of festal wine, Tho pledg'd by many breaking hearts, Still strsng for tiee and thine. With smiling lip, & calm, smooth brow Oar fa,sh hath tanyht the art. From ev'ry loved one, round us now In svidier guise to part. Vhe homes---the homes ofPoland-- The mountains and the plains, The rivers. and the free wild woods, The slave who burst their chains. The mothers sacred Iove--the tears That weep the hero'sfalI-- Vhe memory of our better years-- Fill nigh to one and all. Tho sword--the sword for Poland The keenest, and the best; But fling away the coward shield,

 And bare the warriors breast. As gaily to the battle ground,

 Is to the banquet ,---en! There's music in the trumpet sound, Fill high----though hope be gone. The cross----the cross for Poland,

 Aye. honest heart and true, Flaw hoidly died the peaceful robe, Ing glory E sanguine hue. Beam hoIy cross of conquering fame That led our Constantine; But iremble thou, of recreant name. Before the bannered sign. Good night----Good night to Poland Tomorrow sun may rise I o see it's rest on mother earth,

 Beneath our own blue skies: And welcome, welcome, if the strife be won, to make thee free. Till, to the last dear throb of life, On' Poland----all for thee! $.