WHAT sudden voice peals to the Caucasus, <br />To Finland and the bitter Caspian, <br />To those Siberian prisons whither man <br />Shall seek as to a shrine, that mutinous, <br />Divine word Liberty? Impetuous <br />She rises, Holy Russia, shakes the ban <br />From her stooped shoulders of colossal span, <br />A youth in diamond mail, miraculous. <br />Is this the foretaste of a harvest worth <br />All agony of its encrimsoned sod? <br />Are dreams come true? Does this wild roar of wars, <br />That wellnigh breaks the shuddering heart of earth, <br />Sound in the hearing of the far-off stars <br />A golden voice of Freedom, voice of God?<br /><br />Katharine Lee Bates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/russia-6/
