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Rh  But what is the burthen of the refrain, That the trees now whisper with secret strain?

As if in their branches that sway on high, There had seized upon them a peaceful sigh.

And their song in the stillness dies sadly away, Didst thou understand it, my child, O say?

Thou didst understand it, yea, well I know, Thou dost kiss me with lips now in passion aglow.

"" (1901).

 Jan Kollár (1793—1852).

Here lies the country, alas! 'fore my eyes that in tears are o'erﬂowing,
 * Once 'twas the cradle, but now—now 'tis the tomb of my race;

Check thou thy steps, for the places are sacred, wherever thou turnest.
 * Son of the Tatra arise, cast to the heavens thy gaze, 