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 “E’en so thou movest me and all
 * “Our brethren here around.

“The Gods in minstrels good delight;
 * “Sing on! from them is given

“The heart that speaks against the foe,
 * “Thy song it is from heaven.”

On Slavoi Zaboi gaz’d awhile,
 * On his looks with anger fir’d,

Then further seiz’d their hearts with song,
 * And patriot rage inspir’d:

“Two sons, whose voices had assum’d
 * “E’en now the manly tone,

“Were wont into the wood to go,
 * “And exercise alone.

“With sword, with war-axe, and with dart,
 * “Their hands they practis’d well,

“In secret practis’d, and with joy
 * “Return’d from hidden dell.

“And when their arms and hands were strong,
 * “And their wisdom ’gainst the foe,

“O then their brethren too at home
 * “To man’s estate did grow.

“And all upon the foemen sprang,
 * “Their wrath like the stormy sky,