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Post by troubledgoodangel on Jun 6, 2007 13:03:00 GMT -7
Polonia Immortal Immortal Poland, fortress of spirit and flint, Tempered in tides of blood, and sweet, and tears; Like a mountain-pine, battered by the wind, You stood your ground for a thousand years.
From Jasna Góra, surrounded by fame The Black Madonna cares for every Pole; Undisputed Queen, crowned by the Sejm, Hers is the strength of the Polish soul.
"If anyone ever touched your reign," Of you, O Lady, Sienkiewicz once said: "The whole Nation would have howl'd in pain' Rallied together ... and fought to death."
Dilapidated buildings, encrusted with mosses, Wilting pelargoniums on the window sills, Time-forgotten towns, age-old roadside crosses, Each worth a thousand Beverly Hills.
Immortal Poland, Catholic to the core, Semper fidelis noble Slavic nation; So fond of peace, yet so scarred by war, You are a Jewel in God's Creation!
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