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Then glory, with her golden ray,
And silver trumpets pour'd thy praise;
And wing'd her bright and rustling way
O'er the wide world—thy fame to raise,
And bid the nations on thee gaze.
But with thy victories did she tell
What deeds of darkness and of dread
Were round those glorious victories spread,
And that thy name had been the spell,
From which all life and blessing fled?
Žižka! thy fame had blinded thee,
And fortune, with accustom'd sneer,
Had dregg'd her cup with treachery,
And pour'd her poisons in thine ear.
Whose valor came thy valor near?
Thou, like the illustrious Hannibal,
When he, on Cannæ's glorious day,
Swept all the Roman hosts away,
On thine own Cannæ didst appal,
And overwhelm Germania.
