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- 0:00Speaker 1: Osman Pasha. At Bucharest, on Servian hearths, the Christmas fire
- 0:05Speaker 1: did slowly molder and expire in Servian hearts. There glowed aflame.
- 0:12Speaker 1: No time shall quench, no tyrants tame through Royal Petersburg,
- 0:18Speaker 1: the Tsar road in his slow triumphal car. The Christmas
- 0:24Speaker 1: bells rang loud and sweet before the Liberator's feet. At Bucharest,
- 0:30Speaker 1: where snow lay white beneath the friendly veil of night
- 0:35Speaker 1: was ushered in with captive state, the vanquished of the
- 0:39Speaker 1: Tsar and fate. His brow was stern on Plevna's plain.
- 0:46Speaker 1: The snow fell fast upon the slain. The prophet's standards
- 0:51Speaker 1: fled to sea. Rumania, Servia, they are free. Rumania's dog, unaware,
- 1:01Speaker 1: had caught the glance of stern despair. She smiled on
- 1:05Speaker 1: him with childish grace, the vanquished tyrant of her race.
- 1:11Speaker 1: For comfort in this bitter hour, she laid within his
- 1:15Speaker 1: hand a flower. The captive's eyes, with tears were dim.
- 1:20Speaker 1: He kissed the lips that smiled on him. Sweet pledge
- 1:26Speaker 1: of peace and debt confessed between oppressor and oppressed. An
- 1:32Speaker 1: echo thrilling Moslem pride good will to men at Christmas Tide,
- 1:39Speaker 1: the crescent wanes, the star ascends, the reign of force
- 1:45Speaker 1: and terror ends, And love hath overcome the sword upon
- 1:51Speaker 1: the birthday of the Lord