Władysław Tarnowski,
Morituris!
“ Though the forehead would be given the stigma of madman; O! be armoured with truth [5] – in this nudity! Youthful chest! Mankind treasury, [6] Which give back treasure only from the crack – O! be to end crowded in love, As the cup of life, by the spell of eternity – Youthful chest! the lion's wall of nation! Though world shackled you in snake's scale, The Aurora of freedom be in the pains of childbirth And let the gates of hell will not prevail against you. ”
