19. OUR COUNTRY. OUR country, 't is a glorious land, With broad arms stretched from shore to shore : The proud Pacific chafes her strand, She hears the dark Atlantic's roar; And, nurtured on her ample breast, How many a goodly prospect lies In Nature's wildest grandeur drest, Enamelled with her loveliest dyes! Rich prairies, decked with flowers of gold, And, cradled 'mid her clustering hills, And calm content and peace abide; In rich profusion through the land, Great God, we thank thee for this home, Remain Earth's loveliest Paradise. WILLIAM J. PARBODIE. 20. PATRIOTS AND MARTYRS. PATRIOTS have toiled, and in their country's cause But fairer wreaths are due, though never paid, Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, To soar, and to anticipate the skies! Yet few remember them. They lived unknown, And chased them up to heaven. Their ashes flow, No marble tells us whither. With their names No bard embalms and sanctifies his song. Anon. 21. THE RICHEST PRINCE. ALL their wealth and vast possessions "Mighty," cried the Saxon ruler, "See my land with plenty glowing," "Spacious towns and wealthy convents,' Louis spake, Bavaria's lord, "Make my land to yield me treasures Great as those your fields afford." Then, as with a single utterance, Cried aloud these princes three : "Bearded Count, thy land hath jewels Thou art wealthier far than we." ANDREAS JUSTINUS KORNER 22. PATRIOTIC SONG. HEART SO light, eye so bright, Singing, shouting, brothers, come ! True are we ! " Shall our watchword be. Hear it soar the wildwood o'er, Through the oak-tree gray and hoar, Singing, shouting, brothers, come ! True are we ! " Shall our watchword be. Stars appear, shining clear; Let us all be brothers here! Fatherland, holy band, Lead us hand in hand. Singing, shouting, brothers, come ! "Strong and free, True are we ! " Shall our watchword be. KINKEL. 23. NO SLAVE BENEATH THE FLAG. No slave beneath that starry flag, The emblem of the free! No fettered hand shall wield the brand That smites for liberty! No tramp of servile armies Shall shame Columbia's shore, For he who fights for freedom's rights No slaves beneath these glorious folds When every breath was dark with death, Knelt 'neath its shadow then; With lightning rolled in every fold, And flashing victory! God's blessing breathe around it! And when all strife is done, May freedom's light, that knows no night, Make every star a sun! GEORGE LANSING TAYLOR, |