With Freedom’s lion-banner
Britannia rules the waves
Whilst your BROAD STONE OF HONOUR[2]
Is still the camp of slaves.
For shame, for glory’s sake,
Wake, Allemanians, wake,
And the tyrants now that whelm
Half the world, shall quail and flee,
When your realm shall be the
realm
Of
the free—of the free!
Mars owes to you his thunder[3]
That shakes the battle-field,
Yet to break your bonds asunder
No martial bolt has peal’d.
Shall the laurell’d land of Art
Wear shackles on her heart?
No! the clock ye framed to tell
By its sound, the march of time,
Let it clang Oppression’s knell
O’er your clime—o’er
your clime!
The Press’s magic letters
That blessing ye brought forth,
Behold! it lies in fetters
On the soil that gave it birth:
But the trumpet must be heard
And the charger must be spurr’d;
For your father Armin’s Sprite
Calls down from heaven, that ye
Shall gird you for the fight
And be free!—and be
free!
Metropolitan.
[2] Ehrenbreitstein, signifies
in German, “the broad stone of
honour.”
[3] Germany invented gunpowder, clock-making, and printing.
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GAZEL.
BY THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.
Haste, Maami, the spring is nigh,
Already, in th’ unopened
flowers
That sleep around us, Fancy’s eye
Can see the blush of future
bowers;
And joy it brings to thee and me,
My own beloved Maami!
The streamlet, frozen on its way,
To feed the marble Founts
of Kings,
Now, loosen’d by the vernal ray,
Upon its path exulting springs,
As doth this bounding heart to thee,
My ever blissful Maami!
Such bright hours were not made to stay,
Enough if they awhile remain;
Like Irem’s bowers, that fade away,
From time to time, and come
again,
And life shall all one Irem be
For us, my gentle Maami.
O haste, for this impatient heart
Is like the rose in Yemen’s
vale,
That rends its inmost leaves apart
With passion for the nightingale;
So languishes this soul for thee,
My bright and blushing Maami!
Metropolitan.
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NOTES OF A READER.
ADVICE, BY A MAN OF THE WORLD.