In the foreign land of buzzing steel
fly, recollecting himself barely,
AND, believing promises given,
Harder than yesterday's speech.
Now I know: somewhere in the world,
For dalyu stone roads,
the terrible, at Last puree
For us, God is preparing a meeting.
And we long to admire
On those, local feasts:
We have before us the mysteries of naked,
Vozbleschut new worlds.
