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 Now Brožík, with a painter’s skill,
 * From history has awaked the dead.

Bohemia, that has great men still.
 * Nor are thy days of glory fled.

Thy poets, too, have sung thy praise,
 * In verses that shall never die.

In many lands one hears the lays
 * From Dvořák, like a homeward sigh.

Palacký, with a lover’s zeal,
 * Has writ thy history great in fame.

Tomek has made us know and feel,
 * Though changed, that Prague is still the same.

Brave land, so crushed that still can live
 * And teach thy sons the way to fame;

Strong land that still has strength to give
 * Men that no enemy can tame.

Thy sons have wandered far and wide;
 * One finds them scattered in all lands—

In forests where the black bear hide,
 * And amidst Africa’s burning sands.

Bohemia! thou hast been my home,
 * And I will sing thy praises still.

Wherever ’tis my fate to roam
 * No other land thy place shall fill.

Memory shall wander back at will
 * Amidst thy forests and thy fields,

And I shall see each well-known hill,
 * And listen to the echo’s peals.

Bohemia! be thou blest of God—
 * May He uphold thee in His strength;

May all thy children learn to laud
 * Their father’s God, throughout thy length.

Forget not how your fathers fought—
 * For what they lived—for what they died;

Remember what your fathers taught,
 * And hold to it whate’er betide.