text:  Is't Poltava red and glorious That he feasts--the Lord of War? When his Empire's life victorious Saved from Charles the Russian Tsar? Greet they Catharine's saint those thunders? Hath she given a Prince to life? Of our Giant-Tsar of Wonders She the raven-tressed wife? No! a Subject's crime remitting To the guilty guilt he sinks; By a Subject's side he's sitting From a Subject's cup he drinks: And his brow he kisses smiling Gay of heart and bright of eye; And he feasts a Reconciling Like some mighty Victory