The Canadian-American Review of Hungarian Studies - Vol. 4 ... - EPA

But yesterday her sons had sought him out,Her sons, the Magyars' best beyond a doubt.In all the world were none so kind as they,And now together in one grave they lay.The world grew fearful. There was none tomorrowTo fight the cruel Czech and bring him sorrow.When morning came, he would be there at ease.Spouting his obscene words and blasphemies.When Nicholas now the whole affair had heard,He did not, of his purpose, say a word.But took his leave, and set out for the city,Revolving mighty plans amid his pity.From street to street his hasty steps would strayAs if he were familiar with the way;Yet, of a fact, he only roamed around.For neither food nor shelter had he found.(To be continued.)