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The following sonnets have not, I believe, been published:
I have been favoured with them in M.S.
Nechci zlata, nápoge a gidla.
Not gold, nor precious drinks, nor costly food,
Nor titles—no; nor diadems—vain things!
I would not have such trifles if I could;
But glory! thou, my mother![1] give me wings,
Yes! give me wings, and I will fly and greet
Slavonia's scatter'd brothers—I will go
Where Chekians,[2] Servians, and Khrowatians[3] meet,
And whence the Visla and the Volga flow.
So, like a bee, from flower to flower I’ll fly
To all Slavonia's children 'neath the sky,
Dispensing music as I pass along
And sweet my task and great my bliss will be
To pour out smiles on every family,
And cheer each mother and each maid with song.