Oft through my native land I roved before,
But never such a cheerful spirit bore.
When on its mother’s breast a child I spy–
Hope in my inmost heart doth secret cry,
“Boy, thou art born within a favoring time,
Thine eyes shall glad escape old sights of crime.
Free as a child, thou can’st prove all and be
The forger sole of thine own destiny.
Peasant remain,–as to thy father given–
Or like the eagle swing thyself to heaven!”
Castles in air I build! Man’s spirit opes
To many ways to frustrate all my hopes.
Though serfdom’s sad conditions left behind,
Yet there be countless snares of varied kind!–
Well! Although the people soon may rend thee,
Let me, oh Freedom, a welcome send thee!
(Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov)
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