The Sorrows Of Armenia
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"Armenian Legends and Poems" [1916]
p. 47
The Sorrows Of Armenia
In many a distant, unknown land,
My sons belovd exiled roam,
Servile they kiss the stranger's hand;
How shall I find and bring them home?
The ages pass, no tidings come;
My brave ones fall, are lost and gone.
My blood is chilled, my voice is dumb,
And friend or comfort I have none.
With endless griefs my heart is worn,
Eternal sorrow is my doom;
Far from my sons, despis'd, forlorn,
I must descend the darksome tomb.
Thou shepherd wandering o'er the hill,
Come weep with me my children lost;
Let mournful strains the valleys fill
For those we loved and valued most.
Fly, crane, Armenia's bird, depart;
Tell them I die of grief; and tell
How hope is dead within my heart--
Bear to my sons my last farewell!
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