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ARMENIAN POEMS.
Forget thee, justice? Never!
But ere my life departs,
Rather may I become a sword,
And make thee pierce men's hearts!
But ere my life departs,
Rather may I become a sword,
And make thee pierce men's hearts!
When e'en the rich man and the priest
A patriot's ardor feel,
And when Armenian hearts at length
Are stirred with love and zeal—
When free-souled sons Armenia bears,
These days of coldness past,
And fires of love and brotherhood
Are lighted up at last—
Shall I forget thee then, my lyre?
Ah, no! but when I die
Rather may I become thy voice,
And o'er Armenia sigh!
A patriot's ardor feel,
And when Armenian hearts at length
Are stirred with love and zeal—
When free-souled sons Armenia bears,
These days of coldness past,
And fires of love and brotherhood
Are lighted up at last—
Shall I forget thee then, my lyre?
Ah, no! but when I die
Rather may I become thy voice,
And o'er Armenia sigh!
