Filip Čermák

“ The hour of Kryspek doom is near—
Our glory faded—life made drear.
Our mildest punishment, to roam,
Outcasts from country, and from home.”
Then bidding all the servants leave
The room, until the dawn of day,
That not a soul should enter in,
Nor rouse their slumber till the day.
“For if we want you, we will ring;
Yea, in the morning, we will ring.”
And when the servants left the hall,
He shut the door, and spake to all:
“What is to lose, when land is lost?
Who loses honor, loseth life. ”

“ The enemy was stronger far—
The poor Bohemians lost the day;
Their homes were sacked, their lives were lost,
The noblest did the conquerors slay.
But midst it all the Kryspek race,
Lived all forgotten on their place ”

“ KRYSPEK’S GOBLET.
In Kralovice, two hundred years, [*]
The family of Kryspek sleep.
Within the family vault they lie,
And none can wake their slumbers deep.
Oh, listen to their banquet dread,
For sure upon this earth ’tis said,
There never was a sadder meal ”