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Brought from Germany
GIFT from the land of song and wine,— | |
| Can I forget the enchanted day, | |
| When first along the glorious Rhine | |
| I heard the huntsman’s bugle play, | |
| And marked the early star that dwells | 5 |
| Among the cliffs of Drachenfels! | |
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| Again the isles of beauty rise; | |
| Again the crumbling tower appears, | |
| That stands, defying stormy skies, | |
| With memories of a thousand years, | 10 |
| And dark old forests wave again, | |
| And shadows crowd the dusky plain. | |
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| They brought the gift that I might hear | |
| The music of the roaring pine,— | |
| To fill again my charméd ear | 15 |
| With echoes of the Rodenstein,— | |
| With echoes of the silver horn,— | |
| Across the wailing waters borne. | |
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| Trophies of spoil! henceforth your place | |
| Is in this quiet home of mine;— | 20 |
| Farewell the busy, bloody chase, | |
| Mute emblems now of “auld lang syne,” | |
| When Youth and Hope went hand in hand | |
| To roam the dear old German land. | |
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