We will buy a tract of land in America, gather around us people to cultivate it, create a little state whose prince you will be, which you will render free and happy and content.
Say that you will, my loved one; tell me that you will make my golden dreams of the future a reality--oh, tell me so and you will render me the proudest and happiest of women.

My dearest, you have so long devoted your life to hate, consecrate it now to love; let yourself be borne away by it.
It will move mountains and fly on the wings of the morning through every realm.

Hitherto you have called Poland your native land--now let love be your country, and you shall find it on my breast.

Come, my darling, come! My arms are opened to embrace you; they are ready to bear you away, far away from this battle-rent, blood-soaked Europe.

Save yourself, my beloved, save me! Come to my arms, let us fly to America!" She held out her arms, gazing at him with a happy, loving smile.