Daily quote by Hungary

• In Buda’s lofty castle towers in the chapel of Saint John,
  Behind the mighty dead in pomp the funeral sweeps on;
  The covering of velvet, the coffin all of gold,
  Tell of the rank and royal state that coffin doth enfold.
  The old and young, the rich and poor, are crowding one and all,
  Grief sits on every face, from every eye the teardrops fall;
  The tolling bells are mingling their melancholy boom:
  Who is it to be buried? who closed within the tomb?
  The last branch of an ancient root that from an ancient day
  Had flourished in the Magyar land, and over it held sway:
  The blood drops last and latest of the Arpad line so brave,
  King Andrew’s corpse the mourning crowd are following to the grave.
  • János Garay, "The Last of the Arpads", sts. 1–3, as translated by Emeric Szabad, in Hungary, Past and Present (1854), Ch. 9