THE KOBZAR OF THE UKRAINE
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The poor and humble ones
These will I glorify.
Little, dumb and slaves are they,
Yet on guard about them
Will I set my Word."
Like trampled grass
Shall perish your thoughts
And words alike.
Like silver, hammered, beaten,
Seven times melted o'er the fire,
Are thy words, Oh Lord.
Scatter these holy words of Thine,
O'er all the earth,
That Thy children
little and poor
May believe in miracles on earth.
