The evening Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1861-1871, 1871-01-12
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OFFICIAL CITY g. COUNTY PAPER
Ehe German Fatherland The
Great What n It.

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vsrses-of which we know nothing sx,ent tn
they come out of the Garrick CIub-as n yer
pretty piece Of invective. 1t will be uoderstoo
mat the inVecsive is the poets, not our own:
WAS IsT DEs DEUrscHES yArEaLayD?
Waat is the German's Fatherlaad2
W hat shores can bound that mighty land
NJ ioag ger can the marrow Rhine
Germanai's gian till mbs contne,
" hich Ger elastic earth must spread,
As 'twere some hugo Procrustes bed
NJ ads but to serve for breeding place
To propagate the Teuton race!
From north to south, from eat TO west,
Where'er it pleases Bismarck best,
From mountain peak to ocean strand,
1t is all the world your Fatherland?
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Whatever cline tho fragrance .hares
OF holy Williams uactuous prayers
Where'er his sanity head reclines
In Heavens keeping-snd the lines
Aud with Napoleons crown put on
The vices Of Nap olecn--
Whers'er his sanity foot has trod,
BY gracs of Bismar aud of God
Where once the winter sun beams glance
Upon the Uhian's bloody lance
Whare once their ruthless footing gain
The armies of the recreant Dsne*-
From Rhine to ses, from sea to Seine,
In Slesviok, Alsace. or Lorraine
Whers'er their steady march they keep
Ger hearts that break and eyes that weep
Where children starve and women bleed.
To gorge the Prussisns' monstrous greed,
And preach the Hohenzolern creed
Who're He'll lets loose the dogs of war
"hsre Famine, Rapine. Murder are,
Stamped with the DEVILS blackest brand
Ia this your German Tstheyland2
while, mid the dying and the dead,
France bows to earth her graceful head,
and inch by inch, aud day by day,
Beleaguered Paris wastes away,
Aad Hunger rings the silent knel
OF hearts that MoItke cannot quell,
While Saxon and Ba7arian meet
To crawl and cringe at PrusIia's fee'
And lay their puny honors down
To garland an Imperial crown;
While Denmark, piilsged, bleeding, torn,
The oanqueror's triumph must adorn;
Whio Austris dares as yet to claim
A separate lsfe-a separate name,
And, lost TO decenoy nnd pride,
In Prussia's train declines to ride;
While Russia, taught of Geist and Light,
aides rough shod over Law and Right,
And TO the good old maxim clings;
That treaties are tho pswns of kings:
While Italy, to serve her ends,
Makes traffic of the blood OF friends;
While England watches coldIy by,
As in the last her old ally
Writhes in the slow desth-ag gony,
Yet thinks to sslve those bleeding wounds =
With rags and lint, with pence and pounds,
Bg fraud or force, for veal or woe,
The "pstient Germans" onward go,
And iron head and iron hand
Build up the snoilers Fatherland
Oh, shams upon your colors Shame
Upon the vaunted German name!
What if he dealt the fIremost blow,
Your old hereditary foe
What If his rash, uuchsstened hand
Lit up the war fires in the land
Can ell your pedsnts, all your schools
Teach ye no newer, better rules
Than thus to answer wrong with wrong,
To preach the gospel of the strong,
And to the end perpstuate
The bitter legacy of hate?
Germans no more. For what care ye
Aught but the Prussisn's slaves to be
To swell for him tn. pomp of war,
Tied hand and foot to Bismsrck's car!
Thought, freedom, all ye east away,
Bow 10 the Hohenzollerns sway;
And ask, for all you do and bear,
a corner in his evening prayer.
Reap as ye SOW and when you find
What harvest you have left behind
Nhen you have worked your evil ends,
And not nation calls you friends;
Wh,n Bismarck Moltke, william gone,
10 more to Victory lead you On
Than bitter shall the waking be
OF your united Germany!
For ye have ia'en the Prussian's yoke,
Ana ye have dealt the Prussian's stroke,
And We have licked the Prussian's hand,
Aud Prussis is your Fstherland.
Count Moltke's Danish origin is not so gene