The New Orleans crescent., 1868-06-28
To the s~aserf..t a, Chlea.o.


0 the Deutsch- -Amerikanische Monatshefte (Gei
ran. American Monthly Magazine.) edited an
ublished by Mr.. Caspar Butz. Of Chicago:
Far DER the sea send my song,
Far DER the sea my greeting words.
For the Sengerbund on the shore of the lake
The greeting from the bank OF the Rhine.
The goblet's filed with the juice Of the grape
That npened here in the suns warm ray,
And shove me high 10 the azure sky
The lark is warbling its festive song.
The cuckoo cries; and from the bush
The wild rose sends its fragrance sweet,
And all is festive all is gay,
Where e'er ] send my wondering eye.
Like polished silver shines the stream,
The waves are murmuriDg soft and sweet,
As If they would the chorus sing
To the song of the beautiful singers queen.
Here all is joy; and yet to-day
Aspiration spreads its wings.
Mine eyes are following yonder cloud,
Which swiftly glides toward the west.
Thy wings, oh Lark, that | could fly
Where all my heart is sure to be,
Where singers with the singers join,
The German with bis countrymea.
There he would greet with rousing cheer
The singers In fair freedoms land,
And kiss each lip that sings a song.
And press each powerful sinewed hand
The hands that grasped the gistening sword,
And with their blood have stamped the mark
OF noble thoughts upon their deeds.
These would press. and say TO you:
We, on the banks of Father Rhine,
And you, in free America
Our hearts, our thoughts, our souls are one
We all are one-and all of US,
That brttle for the peoples rights
Born or the old beloved soil,
The children Of one mother all
We all, who feel that in our veins
The German blood is pulsing high
We all who in one language sing
Our nations sweet and swelling songs,
With joyful pride we call ourselves
The faithful sons Of Germany
So would / speak to you to-day,
And, standing in your Joyous thrOng,
Would hear how lively, clear and gay
My bTe ethren sing the German song
The German song II swells to heaven,
Where proud the starry banner waves
Alas that 70 the spot is chained
The poet who for living Graves!
He cannot stand amidst the feast,
Cannot the friendly faces greet.
So from the banks OF Father Rhine,
Fly DER the sea, my winged steed
Hail TO you all, who nurse aud cheer
Far in the West the German song.
The German song Can words convey
The deepest meaning Of the thought?
We heard it at our cradle first,
When twilight soft was drawing nigh,
And when our mothers soothing voice
Did sweetly sing the lullaby.
1t cbeered our boyhOodis lively years.
Il strengthened sll the joyous moods,
When we were strolling through the vale,
Or rambling through the May-green woods.
And from the deepest heart il rose,
And spoke of pain, and spoke of joys,
Where brightly burned loves purest fame.
And when we looked Into her eyes,
And when we mourned bitter loss,
Felt pangs of grief and sheer dismAy.
We cheered us with merry song,
And 10 we sung the grief away
The German song IT will inspire
The warrior TO his dying breath;
Ii calls him ever to his flag,
Calls him to liberty or death.
That is the spirit which il owns,
The spirit which is ever free.
And what thou art, America,
This spirit gave il unto thee
Aye, he with all his mighty power,
With strong and never faltering hand,
Onrolled your starry spsngled dag,
And led to victory your land.
These stars are his-kissed by the breeze,
The morning stars of brighter days,
When or world forever free,
The esun will shine its goldenrays.
Who loveth not the dear old spot,
Where he hath dreamt the childhood's dream?
Where he was nnrsed by tender care,
Warmed by the sunlight's golden beam?
Who does not love the old oak tree
And passing, breaks holy leaf,
Because he sat in times gone by
There with his love and knew no grief?
Who passes not the churchyards walls
Wherein they dug the fathers graveg
The hut, wherein our mother lived,
For that dear cot who does not craveg
o God the poorest, littlest thing
OF childhood is piece Of heart,
And it would grieve Us evermore
IL with remembrance we must part,
What we have cheered and known so well,
A toy, a playthiDg of some kind,
IL speaks 70 us OF youth and home,
And deeply moves the inner mind.
And yet | tell you, here or there,
Where'er you go, and whence you come,
Not on the spot, not on the soil
Deep in the heart, there is your home
With tender care be on your guard.
II is the mother, who will cling
Fast TO the heart, the German heart
Woe If the child his mother leaves,
And seeks a strange, unloving wife,
The guide is lost; the heart Is lost
he leads a miserable life.
A menial is he In the house,
Not honored as scion there
A hireling, whom the stranger sneers
And laughs at, always. everywhere
And II you hear a swelling tune,
A soul-aspiring, mighty song.
You hear the powerful German words
And the melodious German tongue.
The German tonguel That always spoke
For peoples liberty and right,
That called to battle nations in
The middle-age's darkest night
That raised the armies to combat
Against the priests and tyrants bold,
When from the Wartburg Luther's word
Was hurled down like thunderbolt
Be faithful TO that mother-tongue,
Be faithful even till you die,
II strengthens Us, II makes us one,
Unites by sn unyielding tie.
Be faithful to that mother tongue.
Guard IL with all your heart and hand,
And where you speak it, you're at home,
And there you have father aud!
These are my words say to you,
The German poet far apart,
Hail to each truly German SOUL
Curse him who leaves his mothers heart!
Far DER the sea send my song,
Far DER the sea my greeting word
The richest blessing 70 your feast,
blessing for each singing bard
My hand shall press each brothers. hand,
Ny lip salute each brother fond.
Though far away, there beats with you
Ny heart oh German Sengerbund!
MEETING OF ENGLISH LIBERALs.-A meetin
Tas called by the Liberals in London on the %,
I Guild Hall, to consider the Irish and churc
uestion. The hall was crowded. The lord mayo
resided, but 1t soon became evident that ms