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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - My Native Land!
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TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF KÖRNER.

WHERE is the minstrel`s native land? 
Where the flames of light and feeling glow; 
Where the flowers are wreathed for beauty`s brow; 
Where the bounding heart swells strong and high, 
With holy hopes which may not die-- 
There is my native land! 

What is that bright land`s music name? 
Ere it bent its neck to a foreign yoke, 
It was called the land of the broad strong oak-- 
The land of the free--the German land-- 
But her sons lie slain by the stranger`s hand, 
And she weeps sad tears of shame. 

Why does the minstrel`s country weep? 
That the hurricane`s rage hath bowed the pride 
Of those who should stem the rising tide; 
That her princes quail--and that none will hear 
Her holy words of might and fear-- 
Therefore my land must weep! 

To whom does the minstrel`s country call? 
It calls to the silent heavenly powers, 
With despair, as the thunder darkly lowers, 
For its freedom--for those who should break its chain-- 
For the hand that never strikes in vain-- 
To these doth my country call! 

For what does the minstrel`s country sigh? 
That the bloodhound may hunt beyond the bound 
Of the soil which brave hearts make holy ground; 
That the serf may cease; and our sons be free, 
Or those who have borne them, cease to be-- 
For this does my country sigh! 

And still doth the minstrel`s country hope? 
Her hope is firm, for her cause is good-- 
That her brave will rise, and her true in blood; 
And that God the avenger, our fathers` God, 
Will mark the tears that bedew her sod-- 
Such is my country`s hope!
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