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That immortality then Which thou now hast won. Tell to the forests, Great Augustus, with trembling, amidst his gods now, Drinks his nectar; for Hermann, Hermann immortal is found! "Wherefore curl'st thou my hair? Lies not our father Cold and silent in death? Oh, had Augustus Only headed his army,-- _He_ should lie bloodier there!" Let me lift up thy hair; 'tis sinking, Hermann: Proudly thy locks should curl above the crown now! Sigmar is with the immortals! Follow, and mourn him no more! From the German of FREIDRICH GOTTLIEB KLOPSTOCK. * * * * * THE BATTLE-SONG OF GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS. Fear not, O little flock! the foe Who madly seeks your overthrow, Dread not his rage and power; What though your courage sometimes faints? His seeming triumph o'er God's saints Lasts but a little hour. Be of good cheer; your cause belongs To him who can avenge your wrongs, Leave it to him, our Lord. Though hidden now from all our eyes, He sees the Gideon who shall rise To save us, and his word. As true as God's own word is true, Not earth or hell with all their crew Against us shall prevail. A jest and by-word are they grown; God is with us, we are his own, Our victory cannot fail. Amen, Lord Jesus; grant our prayer! Great Captain, now thine arm make bare; Fight for us once again! So shall the saints and martyrs raise A mighty chorus to thy praise, World without end! Amen. From the German of MICHAEL ALTENBURG. * * * * * SWORD SONG. Sword, on my left side gleaming, What means thy bright eye's beaming? It makes my spirit dance To see thy friendly glance. Hurrah! "A valiant rider bears me; A free-born German wears me: That makes my eye so bright; That is the sword's delight." Hurrah! Yes, good sword, I _am_ free, And love thee heartily, And clasp thee to my side, E'en as the plighted bride. Hurrah! "And I to thee, by Heaven, My light steel life have given; When shall the knot be tied? When wilt thou take thy bride?" Hurrah! The trumpet's solemn warning Shall hail the bridal morning, When cannon-thunders wake, Then my true-love I take. Hurrah!
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