Page:The Kobzar of the Ukraine.pdf/125

Rh

EMORIES of mine, Memories of home, Sole wealth of mine,
 * Where'er I roam.

When sorrows lower In evil hour And griefs o'er take me You'll not forsake me.
 * From the land of my early loves

You will fly like grey-winged doves From broad Dnieper's shore O'er the steppes to soar. Here the Kirghiz Tartars Dwell naked in poverty. They're wretched as martyrs Yet this is their liberty; To God they may pray And none say them nay. Will you but fly to meet me, With gentle words
 * I'll greet ye.

Of my heart
 * ye children dear

O'er past loves
 * we'll shed a tear.