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58 Arn. Czech z Czechenherzů (b. 1878).

When after years in avenues
 * Of the old home I took my way,

Upon the path, around my feet,
 * From every tree the blossoms lay.

And every blossom was a hope
 * That e'en the soul could keep no more,

And every blossom was deceit,
 * That led me to the world of yore.

When after years in avenues
 * Of the old home I took my way,

Upon the path around my feet
 * From every tree the blossoms lay.

 Svatopluk Čech (1846—1908).

Power and fame and wealth—of all these things what doth to us remain? What with a single shield did guard us in the wearisome campaign? 