. The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; masterpieces of German literature . eak. SPRING GREETING TO THE FATHERLAND* (1814) Fatherland, thy pleasures greet me After bondage, wars distress!I must steep my soul completely Here in all thy the oak-trees murmur mildly With their crowns to heaven streams are roaring wildly — There the German land be praised. From the Rhinefall, all delighted, I have walked, from Danubes spring;Mildly, in my soul benighted Love-stars rose, illumining;Now I w^ould descend, and brightly Radiate a joyous shineInto
. The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; masterpieces of German literature . eak. SPRING GREETING TO THE FATHERLAND* (1814) Fatherland, thy pleasures greet me After bondage, wars distress!I must steep my soul completely Here in all thy the oak-trees murmur mildly With their crowns to heaven streams are roaring wildly — There the German land be praised. From the Rhinefall, all delighted, I have walked, from Danubes spring;Mildly, in my soul benighted Love-stars rose, illumining;Now I w^ould descend, and brightly Radiate a joyous shineInto Neckars valleys sprightly, Oer the blue and silver Main. Onward fly, my message, bringing Freedoms greeting away thou shalt be ringing By my home on Memels the German tongue is spoken, Hearts have fought to make her free —Fought right gladly — there unbroken Stays our sacred Germany. All with sunlight seems a-blazing. All things seem adorned with green — Pastures where the herds are where ripening grapes are seen. Translator: Margarete MAXIMILIAN GOTTFRIED von SCHEXKENDORF SONOS FROM WARS OF LIBERATION 207 Such a spring time has not graced thee, Fatherland, for thousand years;Glory of thy fathers faced thee Once in dreams, and now appears. Once more weapons must be wielded; Go, a spirit-fray begin,Till the latest foe has yielded — He who threatens you vile ye should be blighting, Hate, suspicion, envy, greed —Then take, after heavy fighting, German hearts, the rest ye need. Then shall all men be possessing Honor, humbleness, and might,And thus only can the blessing Sent our monarch shine with the ancient sins must perish — In the God-sent deluge all,And the heritage we cherish To a worthy heir must fall. God has blessed the grain thats growing And the vineyards fruit no less;Men with hunters joy are glowing; In the homes reigns our freedoms sure foundation, Pious longing,
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