The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-09-24


DIE wACHT AM RHEN.
Es braus't elm Ruf vie Donnerhall,
VIE Schwertgeklirr und WOgenprall:
Zum Rhein, yum Rhein, zum deutschen Rhein!
Wer will des Stromes Huter sein?
Lieb Vaterand, magst ruhg sein,
Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Rhein.
Durch Hunderttausend zuckt es schnell,
Und Aler Augen bltzen he'll:
Der deutsche Junglng, fromm und stark,
Beschirmt die heirge Landesmark.
Lieb Vaterand, magst ruhg sein,
Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Rhein.
Und OBJ mein Herr i'm Tode BRIGHT,
Wrist du nOch drum Elm Walscher nicht,
Reich, vie an Wasser deine Flut,
Ist Deutschland ia an Heldenblut.
Lieb Vaterland magst ruhig sein, . --.r
Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Rhein.
Auf blickt er in des Himmels Aun,
Wo selge Helden, niederschau'n,
Und schwort NIT stolzer Kampfesust:
''Du, Rnein, bleibst deutsch vie meine Brust!"
Lieb' vaterland, magst rnhg sein,
So lang Elm Tropfen Blut noch gluht,
Noch cine Faust den Degen Zieht,
Und noch Elm Arm die Buchse spannt,
Betritt klein Feind hier deinen Strand"
Leb' VaterlaTd magst ruhig sein
Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Rhein.
Der Schwur erschallt, die Woge rinnt
Die Fahnen tlattern hoch i'm Wind:
Zum Rhen, zum RheiD, zum deutschen Rhein!
Wir ALE wollen Huter sein.
Leb' Vaterland. magst ruDig sein,
Fest steht una treu die Wacht am Rheln.
THE RHINE WATCH.
A voice like thunder rides the breeze,
Like clashing swords or battling seas.
On to the Rhine, the German Rhine,
Who claims to guard its flowing line?
Mayst rest In peace, dear landl For thine
. Are those firm ranks that guard thy Rhine
million hearts thrill at the cry!
And lightnings flash from every eye.
Pious and strong, our German sons
Flock where the German frontier runs.
Mayst rest in peace, dear land! For thine
Are those firm ranks that guard thy Rhine.
And though my heart should break in me,
"a Rhipa thOn QhQlt
AS rich as is in waves thy flood,
80 rich our land in heroes blood.
Mayst rest in peace, dear land! For thine
Are those firm ranks that guard thy Rhine.
To heaven their fiery glance they raise
Whence blessed heroes downward gaze,-
And swear, "Thou Rhine shalt ever rest
AS German as this German breast"
Mayst rest in peace, dear land! For thine
Are those firm ranks that guard thy Rhine.
"Long as the pulse throbs In the veins
Or hand to grasp the sword remains,
Or German arms the rifle BEAR
Thy sacred shores no foe shall scarepJ
Mayst rest In peace, dear landi For thine
Are those firm ranks that guard tiny Rhine.
The oath is sworn The wave flows fast!
The standards stream along the blast
On TO the Rhine the German Rhine!
All, all viii guard that frontier line!
Mayst rest in peace, dear land! For thine
Are those firm ranks that guard thy Rhine.
Every truly national song has its inner as
well as its outer note of nationality. Take
even the songs sung by Tyrteus to the Spar
tans, and you will find the outer note of
nationality in the proud and elaborate descrip-
tion of the Spartan hoplite and his armor,
while the inner note of nationality is the pas
sionate eulogy of physical courage as the
highest of human virtues, and the deprecia-
ton of every other quality in the comparison.
So the outer note of our English nationality
in our patriotic songs is the delight in our in
sularity; and the inner, our tempestuous Joy
in struggle as struggle. The outer note of
French nationality is the glory of
French conquest, and the inner is
the savage scorn and wit with which the foe
is criticised and assailed. But the outer and
inner notes of German nationality have hith-
erto been almost one and the same, and very
nearly confined to an intense and elaborate
exposition of the love with which everything
German-country, learning, mountains, rivers,
youths, maidens, homes-is cherished by
Germans. Possibly the German war songs
may, with the growth of great external
national power, gain m ore of the English JOY
in battle, and it may be, too, more of the
French JOY in conquest; but the inner note
of German feeling will hardly cease to be Of
the sentimental the domestic kind, while
German genius is what it is.