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30 «ЖІНОЧИЙ СВІТ» MEMO RY Rosalie N. Hatala. Memory ! A magic fancy Seems a thought in armor clothed, Stri ing yet to entrance me, loathed To let me journey on, Unmolested. For the goal I must achieve Demands much strength. Gone Are my trials; as if on leave! (Magic fancy, I perceive.) Memory ! A bitter fancy Trailing sorrows in its wake yet To our motherland Ukrai Salty tears our cheeks do wet Endlessly. Foes this peril shall attain For Ukraine shall not forget Fifteen years of woe extreme — Sadness! Sorrow! Hurt! Disdain! Memory! A priceless fancy Living ever in our hearts, and Our hope, forever calling, for The good, the faithful side; For the country we adore; For freedom, peace and glory. Tried And true, we liva for you — Oh, mother dear, UKRAINE! ера - “FRIENDSHIP” By Ella Wheeler Wilcox EAR Friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving Vow not to love me ever and forever, Thy strong regard for me, Make no vows, lip-service is not loving; Let thy faith speak for thee. Swear not to me that nothing can divide us — So little such oaths mean. But when distrust and envy creep beside us, Let them not come between. Say not to me the depths of thy devotion Are deeper than the sea; But watch, lest doubt or some unkind emotion Embitter them for thee. Words are such idle things, But when we differ in opinion, never Hurt me by little stings. I’m sick of words; they are so lightly spoken, And spoken, are but the air. ГА rather feel thy trust in me unbroken Than list thy words so fair. If all the little proofs are heeded, If thou art always kind, No sacrifice, no promise will be needed To satisfy my mind. оф
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