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Let everyone of us hold firmly in his hands the most sacred standard of humanity, let him not extinguish within his bosom the lambent flame that calls us to a triumph of good over evil.



Song.

By Count Alexis Tolstoy.

Translated by Lindsay S. Perkins.

Clearer sounds the skylark's trilling;
Flowers of springtime bloom more fair,
Hearts with inspiration filling;
Heavens full of beauty rare.

Broken are the bonds of sadness;
Laid aside all fetters low;
New life's current runs with gladness
In a full, triumphant flow.

Chiming fresh, young power attending,
Mighty harmonies arise,
Like to music, strains ascending
From the earth unto the skies.