THE GERMAN'S FATHERLAD.

Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 144, 10 November 1870, Page 7

THE GERMAN'S FATHERLAD.

Where is German's Fatherland Is't Prussj^BSwabia ? Is'fc the strand Where giws the vine, where flows the Rhein? **Is't where the gull skutos Baltic brine ? — No ! yet more great and far more grand, Mast be the German's Fatherland ! How call they then the German's land? Bavaria ? Brunswick ? Hast thou scanned Is't where the Zuyder Zee extends ? Where Styrian toil the iron bends ! —No brother, no ! Thou has not spanned The German's genuine Fatherland. Is then the German's Fatherland Westphalia? Pomerania? stand Where Zurich's waveless water sleeps ; Where Wester winds, where Panube sweeps : Hast found it now ? —Not yet ! Demand Elsewhere the German's Fatherland! Then say, Where lies the German's land ? How call they that unconquered land ? Is't where Tyrol's green mountains rise ? —The Switzer's land I dearly prize, By Freedom's purest breezes fanned— But, no, 't is not the German's land ! Where, therefore, lies the. German land ? Baptise that great, that ancient land ! 'Tis surely Austria proud and bold, In wealth unmatched, in glory old ? — O ! none shall write her name on sand ; But she is not the German's land. Say then where lies the German land ? Baptise that great, that ancient land ; Is't Alsace ? or Lorraine — the gem Wrenched from the Imperial diadem By wiles which princely treachery planned — No ! these are not German's land ! Where, therefore, lies +he German's land ? Name now at last that mighty land ! Where'er resounds the German tongue— Where German hymns to God are sung — There, gallant brother, take thy stand ! That is the German's Fatherland. That is the land,— the land of lands, Where vows bind less than clasped hanls, Where Freedom lives and shall not die. Where truth is truth— a lie, a lie. Where zeal kindles Freedom's brand, That is the German's Fatherland. That is the German's Fatherland Where heart to heart is truest band— Where German is the name for friend. And France a foe -we wait the end. Its yoke is spursied— andhurled -and banned: That is the German's Fatherland. That is the German's laud ! Great God, look down, and bless that land And give her noble children souls To cherish while existence rolls, And love with heart, and aid with hand, Their universal Fatherland. AL> Auckland.