102
THE KOBZAR OF THE UKRAINE
Thus in a foreign land
I dreamed my dream,
As if born again to the world
in freedom once more.
Grant me, Oh God, some time,
In old age, perchance,
To stand again on these stolen hills,
In a little cottage,
To bring my heart eaten out with sorrow
To rest at last, on the hills above the Dnieper.
