Taras Shevchenko’s Testament (1859)

Great Ukrainian poet and artist and classical liberal Taras Shevchenko’s Testament (1859):

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Dig my grave and raise my barrow
By the Dnieper riverside
In Ukraina, my own land,
A fair land and wide.
I will lie and watch the cornfields,
Listen through the years
To the magic river voices,
Whisper in my ears.

When I hear the call
Of the racing flood,
Loud with hated blood,
I will leave them all,
Fields and hills; and force my way
Right up to the Throne
Where God sits alone;
Clasp His feet and pray…
But till that day
What is God to me?

Bury me, be done with me,
Rise and break your chain,
Water your new liberty
With blood for rain.
Then, in the mighty family
Of all men that are free,
May be sometimes, very softly
You will speak of me?

— Taras Shevchenko

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