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like an up-rolling storm, With lifted arms and streaming hair--a wild and mighty form! It grasps the rusted gun once more, and swings the battered blade, While the red banners flap the air from every barricade! Those banners lead the German Guards--the armies of the Free-- Till Princes fly their blazing thrones and hasten towards the sea! The boding eagles leave the land--the lion's claws are shorn-- The sovereign People, roused and bold, await the Future's morn! Now, till the wakening hour shall strike, we keep our scorn and wrath For you, ye Living! who have dared to falter on your path! Up, and prepare--_keep watch in arms!_ Oh, make the German sod, Above our stiffened forms, all free, and blest by Freedom's God; That this one bitter thought no more disturb us in our graves: "_They once were free--they fell--and now, forever they are Slaves!_" * * * * * HURRAH, GERMANIA![46] (July 25, 1870) Hurrah! thou lady proud and fair, Hurrah! Germania mine! What fire is in thine eye, as there Thou bendest o'er the Rhine! How in July's full blaze dost thou Flash forth thy sword, and go, With heart elate and knitted brow, To strike the invader low! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Germania! No thought hadst thou, so calm and light, Of war or battle plain, But on thy broad fields, waving bright, Didst mow the golden grain, With clashing sickles, wreaths of corn, Thy sheaves didst garner in, When, hark! across the Rhine War's horn Breaks through the merry din! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Germania! Down sickle then and wreath of wheat Amidst the corn were cast, And, starting fiercely to thy feet, Thy heart beat loud and fast; Then with a shout I heard thee call: "Well, since you will, you may! Up, up, my children, one and all, On to the Rhine! Away!" Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Germania! From port to port the summons flew, Rang o'er our German wave; The Oder on her harness drew, The Elbe girt on her glaive; Neckar and Weser swell the tide, Main flashes to the sun, Old feuds, old hates are dash'd aside, All German men are one! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Germania! Suabian and Prussian, hand in hand, North, South, one host, one vow! "What is the German's Fatherland?" Who asks tha
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