The Slavs of the war zone . he dark-eyed, white-faced girl rises quietlyto pay her bill at the cash desk. For a few minutes she hadbeen dreaming of her old home under the chestnuts and acacias,of the beauty of the roses and their fragrance, of the merry,dancing peasants : then the dream becomes a nightmare, a visionof hell, and she awakes to the recollection that she, a daughterof the proud Szlachta, is an orphan, sisterless, brotherless, home-less, penniless, dependent on the miserable pittance she earnsby teaching the alphabet in a Jewish family in a drab Londonsuburb. ****** Thou Whose eter
The Slavs of the war zone . he dark-eyed, white-faced girl rises quietlyto pay her bill at the cash desk. For a few minutes she hadbeen dreaming of her old home under the chestnuts and acacias,of the beauty of the roses and their fragrance, of the merry,dancing peasants : then the dream becomes a nightmare, a visionof hell, and she awakes to the recollection that she, a daughterof the proud Szlachta, is an orphan, sisterless, brotherless, home-less, penniless, dependent on the miserable pittance she earnsby teaching the alphabet in a Jewish family in a drab Londonsuburb. ****** Thou Whose eternally just hand has so often crushed theempty pride, and the powerful of the earth, in spite of the enemyvilely murdering and oppressing, do Thou breathe, even in thisour darkest hour, hope into every broken Polish breast. At Thy altar we raise our to restore us, O Lord, Our Country ! Thus Polands Litany, the Litany of the Captivity, goes upthrough the murk of the careless city from the heart of this Monteneo-rin Peasants about to practise rifle shooting.
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