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Rh In faith, there's widows' tears, I think, To all the Czars to give to drink. Then there's tears of many a maiden Falling so soft in the lonely night. Hot tears of mothers, sorrow-laden, Dry tears of fathers, in grievous plight. Not rivers, but a sea has flowed, A burning sea. To all the Czars who in triumph rode, With their hounds and gamekeepers, Their dogs and their beaters, May glory be!

To you be glory, hills of blue, All clad in monstrous chains of frost. Glory to you, ye heroes true, With God your labors are not lost. Fear not to fight, you'll win at length, For you, God's ruth, For you is freedom, for you is strength, And Holy Truth.