Up and arise the Nations call you!
Men of Serbia rise as one,
Honor calls, whate’er befall you,
Up and strike till Freedom’s won!
Though the wrong may seem to conquer,
Truth and Justice will prevail,
Up and onward to the battle,
Freedom’s cause shall never fail.
Up and strike till Freedom’s won!
Strike till Freedom’s won!
_SERBIA_ (_holding forth her hands as begging for sympathy_):
Woe, woe is me, that the deed of one of my weakest sons should be made
the excuse for this world-wide war! Mad was the deed, and mad the
boy--but must the world be set on fire for such a cause?
I would have prevented it if I could. Did I not yield all, all, all I
could and save mine honor? Speak to me! Tell me, my Sisters, that I am
guiltless of this world-agony!
_ALL_ (_stepping forward and extending the right hand to Serbia_):
We pronounce thee guiltless.
(_The last strains of the Russian Hymn are heard and_ RUSSIA
_enters, followed by_ POLAND. RUSSIA _is clad in National
costume and carries the Russian flag_. POLAND _is in
characteristic costume, but carries no flag_.)
_BELGIUM_:
O Russia, dost thou too love Freedom?
_RUSSIA_:
I’ve dreamed a dream--a wondrous dream--
I’ve dreamed it long--aye, long;
And in my dream, my people stand--
Brave _freemen_, true and strong.
No men have longed for Liberty
As Russia’s sons have yearned,
In the hearts that know oppression,
Freedom’s light most fiercely burns.
The day will come--I know not when
But still mine eyes shall see
My dream--my dream of dreams--come true,
And Russia’s sons be free.