M. Konopnicka - Pieśń o domu.docx

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Pieśń o domu                                                                                                                                                                       Kochasz ty dom, rodzinny dom,                                                                                                                                                                                                Co w letnią noc, skróś srebrnej mgły,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Szumem swych lip wtóry twym snom,                                                                                                                                                                           A ciszą swą koi twe łzy?                                                                                                                                                                                                             Kochasz ty dom, ten stary dach,                                                                                                                                                                                              Co prawi baśń o dawnych dniach,                                                                                                                                                                                      Omszałych wrót rodzinny próg,                                                                                                                                                                      Co wita cię z cierniowych dróg?                                                                                                                                                                                                       Kochasz ty dom, rzeźwiącą woń                                                                                                                                                              Skoszonych traw i płowych zbóż,                                                                                                                                   Wilgotnych olch i dzikich róż,                                                                                                                                                                                                      Co głogom kwiat wplatają w skroś?                                                                                                                                                                     Kochasz ty dom, ten ciemny bór,                                                                                                                                                        Co szumów swych potężny śpiew                                                                                                                                                                                      I duchów jęk, i wichrów chór                                                                                                                                                                           Przelewa w twą kipiącą krew?                                                                                                                                                                                            Kochasz ty dom, rodzinny dom,                                                                                                                                                                                                        Co wpośród burz, w zwątpienia dnie,                                                                                                                                                     Gdy w duszę ci uderzy grom,                                                                                                                                                                 Wspomnieniem swym ocala cię?                                                                                                                                                              O, jeśli kochasz, jeśli chcesz                                                                                                                                                                 Żyć pod tym dachem, chleb jeść zbóż,                                                                                                                                                                                                 Sercem ojczystych progów strzeż,                                                                                                                                                     Serce w ojczystych ścianach złóż!...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    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