Type of two mighty continents!--combining <br />The strength of Europe with the warmth and glow <br />Of Asian song and prophecy,--the shining <br />Of Orient splendors over Northern snow! <br />Who shall receive him? Who, unblushing, speak <br />Welcome to him, who, while he strove to break <br />The Austrian yoke from Magyar necks, smote off <br />At the same blow the fetters of the serf, <br />Rearing the altar of his Fatherland <br />On the firm base of freedom, and thereby <br />Lifting to Heaven a patriot's stainless hand, <br />Mocked not the God of Justice with a lie! <br />Who shall be Freedom's mouthpiece? Who shall give <br />Her welcoming cheer to the great fugitive? <br />Not he who, all her sacred trusts betraying, <br />Is scourging back to slavery's hell of pain <br />The swarthy Kossuths of our land again! <br />Not he whose utterance now from lips designed <br />The bugle-march of Liberty to wind, <br />And call her hosts beneath the breaking light, <br />The keen reveille of her morn of fight, <br />Is but the hoarse note of the blood-hound's baying, <br />The wolf's long howl behind the bondman's flight! <br />Oh for the tongue of him who lies at rest <br />In Quincy's shade of patrimonial trees, <br />Last of the Puritan tribunes and the best, <br />To lend a voice to Freedom's sympathies, <br />And hail the coming of the noblest guest <br />The Old World's wrong has given the New World of the West!<br /><br />John Greenleaf Whittier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kossuth/
