God has endowed a precious gift to us,
It's the love of a mother which is so surplus ;
Even when the whole world becomes venomous,
She is the one who remain scrupulous.
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Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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