Versos English Martha Dickinson Bianchi Russia, o My Russia, Hail!

English poem

Russia, o My Russia, Hail!

by (1866–1943)

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Steeds as tempests flying, Howling of the distant wolves, Eagles high, shrill crying! Hail, my Russia, hail! Hail high! Hail thy green forests proud, Hail thy silvery nightingales, Hail Steppes and wind and cloud!