Of oriental monarch from victorious wars.

But oh! beneath the sparkle and the gleam

Of crystal beauty beats an icy heart,

And a sullen silence his splendid triumph mars;

The waterfalls that leap from jutting ledge

In happy song, are speechless as the tomb,

And every melody that haunts the woods and streams

Has vanished from the earth, and Nature's voice

That erstwhile woke the matin in the mead

Is silent now as music of forgotten dreams.

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Back to thy home in the icy Land of Snows,

O tyrant czar! No cringing southern heart

Pays honor to thy rich magnificence and power.

Back with thy splendor and thy glistening gems!

This is the land where every freeman bows

But to the Queen alone, whose sceptre is the flower.

Back, that our sovereign may usher in

The reign of love with sunshine and with song,

And drive away the gloom from every southern hearth.

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