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Little Klaudia, one of the youngest members of the Hungarian National Guard passed away

Monday, September 6, 2010


Due to an asthma attack, the little girl fell into coma and never regained consciouses. She was 12 years old.

On the passing of sweet little Klaudia, her family released a statement, thanking all the support the family received during the difficult hours while fighting for her life. The statement said a true little patriot passed away; however, she will continue being with us in our future struggles. She always had a smile on her face and the family wants everyone to remember her that way.

Klaudia's funeral will be announced later. The family invites all patriotic Hungarians to attend the funeral service.



Death by Emily Bronte

Death! that struck when I was most confiding
In my certain faith of joy to be -
Strike again, Time's withered branch dividing
From the fresh root of Eternity!

Leaves, upon Time's branch, were growing brightly,
Full of sap, and full of silver dew;
Birds beneath its shelter gathered nightly;
Daily round its flowers the wild bees flew.

Sorrow passed, and plucked the golden blossom;
Guilt stripped off the foliage in its pride;
But, within its parent's kindly bosom,
Flowed for ever Life's restoring-tide.

Little mourned I for the parted gladness,
For the vacant nest and silent song -
Hope was there, and laughed me out of sadness;
Whispering, " Winter will not linger long!"

And, behold! with tenfold increase blessing,
Spring adorned the beauty-burdened spray;
Wind and rain and fervent heat, caressing,
Lavished glory on that second May!

High it rose - no winged grief could sweep it;
Sin was scared to distance with its shine;
Love, and its own life, had power to keep it
From all wrong - from every blight but thine!

Cruel Death! The young leaves droop and languish;
Evening's gentle air may still restore -
No! the morning sunshine mocks my anguish -
Time, for me, must never blossom more!

Strike it down, that other boughs may flourish
Where that perished sapling used to be;
Thus, at least, its mouldering corpse will nourish
That from which it sprung - Eternity.

(kuruc.info – hunagarianambiamce.com)

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