THE people, the Russian people, God grant their night is past, And the gloom of their weary waiting Lost in the dawn at last! From the Baltic to the Okhotsk Sea The stars have heard their wail, And the steppe-winds borne their prayers to heaven That Right may yet prevail. The people, the patient people, They are the strength, the power, — Their hearts are true to the Russian Land Though darkest clouds may lower. It was Yermak, the valiant Cossack, Who broad Siberia won; Through Minin, peasant of Nijni, Were the tyrant-Poles undone; And Archangel's Lomonósoff, Child of the common throng, A fisher-lad, was first to shape The sounding Russ in song. The people, the trusting people, God grant their night is past, And the gloom of their weary waiting Lost in the dawn at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN ODE TO FEAR by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) AFTER A JOURNEY by THOMAS HARDY COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |