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...THE MORAL FABLES: THE MOUSE AND THE PADDOCK by AESOP EPITAPH ON SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CHORUS OF A SONG THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY ALBERT CHEVALIER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM TO CHILDREN: 2. BRAGGARTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AUTUMN SONG by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON AUSTRALIAN HILLS by ADA CAMBRIDGE THE LEGEND OF LADY GERTRUDE by ADA CAMBRIDGE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. TO THE END OF TIME by EDWARD CARPENTER |