THE GERMAN FATHERLAND. HICH is the German's fatherland? WHICH Is 't Prussia's or Swabia's land? Is 't where the Rhine's rich vintage streams ? His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? Is 't where the Marsian ox unbends? His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? Such lands and people please me well. - His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? His fatherland 's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? There, brother, is thy fatherland! There is the German's fatherland, Where oaths attest the graspéd hand, -- Where truth beams from the sparkling eyes, And in the heart love warmly lies; That is the land, There, brother, is thy fatherland! That is the German's fatherland, Where wrath pursues the foreign band, - Where every Frank is held a foe, All Germany's thy fatherland! Ernst Moritz Arndt. Tr. J. Macray. THE GERMAN'S NATIVE LAND. NOW ye the land where, tall and green, Know ye the land where truth is told, Know ye the land where each vile song We know that sacred land full well; GERMANY. ROM Poland they came on through Prussia Proper, FROM And Konigsberg the capital, whose vaunt, Besides some veins of iron, lead, or copper, Has lately been the great Professor Kant. To Germany, whose somewhat tardy millions And thence through Berlin, Dresden, and the like, Make my soul pass the equinoctial line Between the present and past worlds, and hover Lord Byron. THE HAPPIEST LAND. THERE at house on HERE sat one day in quiet, By an alehouse on the Rhine, Four hale and hearty fellows, The landlord's daughter filled their cups, Then sat they all so calm and still, And spake not one rude word. But, when the maid departed, And cried, all hot and flushed with wine, "The greatest kingdom upon earth “Ha!” cried a Saxon, laughing, Than that Swabian land of thine! "The goodliest land on all this earth, It is the Saxon land! There have I as many maidens As fingers on this hand!" Hold your tongues! both Swabian and Saxon!" A bold Bohemian cries; "If there's a heaven upon this earth, In Bohemia it lies. "There the tailor blows the flute, * |