The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1870-09-09

Your German Rhine has been ours beforei
1t has served our wassail bowls to a.,
Can singing its praise from door to door
Effiace the hoof-prints, legible still =
| Of our cavalry charge that bathed 1fs lei
bank in your gore?N
Your German Rhine has been ours before !!
On its breast the wound yet gappeth wide
Thro' its mantle of green TO the farthe
| side: a.
Where once the sire has ridden, shalt tn,
| son not ride once more? a.
| Your German Rhine has been ours before!
| OF your German virtues what remain
When across its flood our legions pour
And the Empire over-clouds your plains
| When all your men nave fallen, haze y,
other men in store?
! Your German Rhine has been ouI8 before!
II ye your annals would fain forget,
| Your daughters remember the days of yore
| And wish the Frenchmen among them yet
| Fo- which your vintage white they were al
| ways blithe to pour.
| II your German Rhine be yours once more
| Then wash your liverics In its tide:
| But pitch your arrogance somewhat lower
Can ye recall with generous pride
Your myriad raven-beaks that drank the
dying Eagles gore?
May your Germ an Rhine flow evermorc
In peace and modestly may each spire
BE mirrored fair in its CLASSY floor?
But oh keep down your bachanal fire
Which, else, may rouse to life again the vic
tor hearts of yore.
We reproduce, as appropriate TO the time,
the stirring words OF
THE MARSEILLAIsE HYMN.
Ye sons of Freedom wake to glory!
what mVrlDdS
Your children, wives and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants mischief breeding,
With hirelings hosts, a ruffian band,
Alright and desolate the land,
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
TO arms; TO arms! ye brave!
tn avenging sword unSheathe!
March On! march on!
All hearts resolved on Victory or death!
Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling,
Which treacherous Kings confederates
The dogs of war, let loose, are howlingl
And 10 our walls and cities blaze!
And shall we basely view the ruin,
While lawless force, with guilty stride,
Spread desolate far and wide,
With crimes and blood his hand embracing ?
To arInsi TO arms ye brave.
TIL avenging sword unSheathe
March on! march on!
All hearts resolved on victory or death!
The vile, insatiate despots dare,
Their thirst OF gold and power unbounded,
To mete and vend the air!
god would bid Req saSes
But man Is man, and who Is more:
Then, shall they longer lash and goad us :?
Toarms! 10 arms ye brave!
tn ayenging sword unsheathei
March on march on!
Al! hearts resolved on Victory or death!
o, Liberty! can man resign thee!
Once having felt thy generous flame:
Can dungeon bolts and bars confine thee,
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept, bewailling
But Freedom is our Sword and Shield!
To arms! to arms! ye brave!
tn avenging sword unsheathc!
March on! march on
All hearts resolved on Victory or death!
We follow with the Prussian National An
them and il must DE confessed there is n
terrible force i'll some OF the thoughts of the
poem, and the phraseoloSy in which they
are expressed:
THE PRCssIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM.
:" Ich Bin i'll Elm Preussep'-,I'ma a PrusSian }
l am a Prussian. see my colors cleaning
The black-white standard floats before me
For Freedoms rights, my fathers heart
blood streaming
Such, mark ye, mean the black and white
tomei
Shall /, then, prove a coward? I'll e'er be to
thee toward
Though day be dull, though sun shine
bright on me,
am PruSsian-will Prussian be!
Before the throne with love and faith I'm
bending,
Whence, mildly good, hear parents
With filial heart, obcdient ear I'm lending;
The father truStS-the son defends the
throne!
AffectiOn'S ties are stronger-ljyc, d my
country longer,
The Kings high call o'ernows my
breast so free!
am a Prussian-will Prussian be-
Not every day hath sunny light of glory
A cloud, a shower, sometimes dulls the lea
Let none believe my face can tell the story
That every wish unfrightful is to me.
How many, far and nearer, would think cx-
change much dearer?
Their freedoms naught-how then
compared with me?
am PruSsian-will PruSsian be,
And if the angry elements exploding
The lightning's fash, the thunder's louder
Hath not the world of witness such fore
bOding?
No Prussian's courage can be tested more,
should rock and oak he riven, to error I'm
not driven
Be storm and din, let flashes gleam so
free,
lam PruSSian---wlll n PruSSian be,
Where love and faith so round the monarch
cluster;
Where Prince and people so clasp firm
their hands;
'Tis there alone true happiness can muster
Thus showing clear how firm the nations
bands
Again confirm the fcalty, the honest, no.
BILE fealty!
lie strong the bond strike hands, dear
hearts, with me!
Is not this Prussia Let us PTuS-
slams be,