We know that our fate in the balance is cast And we are the history makers. The hour for courage has sounded at last And courage shall never forsake us. We do not fear death where the wild bullets screech, Nor weep over homes that are gutted -- For we shall preserve you, your own Russian speech, The glorious language of Russia! Your pure and free utterance we shall bequeath To new generations, we'll save you to breathe Forever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON UNGRATEFULNESS by GEORGE HERBERT A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK GEORGE CRABBE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LAODAMIA by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HERMOTIMUS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ON RECEIPT OF A RARE PIPE by W. H. B. |