Peerless orb of life and light,
Here beneath the cloudless blue,
Lo! we quaff the liquor bright,
And pray for rain and pleasant dew
Here beneath thy ruddy beam,

The man is thought a knave, or foo
Or bigot, plotting crime,
Who, for the advancement of his ki
Is wiser than his time.
For him the hemlock shall distil;

When your rights are destroyed, an
When your kings and your princes t
O! shall it be said that no vengea
The land of the Oder, the Elbe, a
O! shall it be said that the Germ

You have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have

Hast thou forgotten her to whom
You vowed such vows of truth,
She who was dearest to thy heart
In days of hope and youth?
Dost thou forget the parting praye

The earth is white with the fallin
And white is the forest tree,
And my mocassin leaves no tell-tal
As I come to visit thee.
O! swift is my foot on the war-pat

The soldier bold, when the bugles
Must start from his pleasant sleep
To measure alone his weary round
On the gloomy castle-keep.
But we, merry men, in the pathless

Tis sad to go a-roving
Through the weary world alone,
For the bliss of life is loving,
Ere the days of youth are flown
And old age is Love’s undoing,

Far from bustle, strife, and care,
‘Mong the woods I’ve wooed her.
And to her secluded nook,
By the margin of a brook,
And by waters bright and blue,

When tke sentinel mastiff keepeth
And all is dark in the farmer’s ya
Ere the early cock hath begun to c
Abroad with the owl and the bat we
Thirst is mighty-hunger is strong