Then, collecting himself, the excellent youth made her answer: 
“Truly no heart can that man have in his bosom of iron,
Who is insensible now to the needs of this emigrant people;
He has no brains in his head, who not for his personal safety,
Not for his fatherland’s weal, in days like the present is anxious. 
Deeply my heart had been touched by the sights and sounds of the morning;
Then I went forth and beheld the broad and glorious landscape
Spreading its fertile slopes in every direction about us,
Saw the golden grain inclining itself to the reapers,
And the promise of well-filled barns from the plentiful harvest. 
But, alas, how near is the foe!  The Rhine with its waters
Guards us, indeed; but, ah, what now are rivers and mountains
’Gainst that terrible people that onward bears like a tempest! 
For they summon their youths from every quarter together,
Call up their old men too, and press with violence forward. 
Death cannot frighten the crowd:  one multitude follows another. 
And shall a German dare to linger behind in his homestead? 
Hopes he perhaps to escape the everywhere threatening evil? 
Nay, dear mother, I tell thee, to-day has made me regretful
That I was lately exempt, when out of our townsmen were chosen
Those who should serve in the army.  An only son I am truly,
Also our business is great, and the charge of our household is weighty. 
Yet were it better, I deem, in the front to offer resistance
There on the border, than here to await disaster and bondage. 
So has my spirit declared, and deep in my innermost bosom
Courage and longing have now been aroused to live for my country,
Yea, and to die, presenting to others a worthy example. 
If but the strength of Germany’s youth were banded together
There on the frontier, resolved that it never would yield to the stranger,
Ah, he should not on our glorious soil be setting his foot-steps,
Neither consuming before our eyes the fruit of our labor,
Ruling our men, and making his prey of our wives and our daughters. 
Hark to me, mother:  for I in the depths of my heart am determined
Quickly to do, and at once, what appears to me right and in reason;
For he chooses not always the best who longest considers. 
Hearken, I shall not again return to the house; but directly
Go from this spot to the city, and there present to the soldiers
This right arm and this heart, to be spent in the fatherland’s service. 
Then let my father say if there be no feeling of honor
Dwelling within my breast, nor a wish to raise myself higher.” 
Then with significant words spoke the good and intelligent mother,
While from her eyes the quick-starting tears were silently falling: 
“Son, what change has come o’er thee to-day, and over thy temper,
That thou speakest no more, as thou yesterday didst, and hast always,
Open and free, to thy mother, and tellest exactly