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Article THE CHANGEFUL SEASONS: A WINTER SONG. ← Page 2 of 2 Article CHARLES THEODORE KORNER. Page 1 of 1
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The Changeful Seasons: A Winter Song.
So let us live , That when we give Our bodies to the grave , We may be blest , And he at rest
, Amidst the good and brave . The changing year AVhich found us here May lose us as we sing
In realm above , Celestial grove , And everlasting spring . EMEA HOLMES .
Fmvey , Cornwall .
Charles Theodore Korner.
CHARLES THEODORE KORNER .
BY BRO . GEORGE MARKHAM TWEDDELL , Author of "Shakspere , Ms Times and Contemporaries" etc ., etc . BAUD of The Flower-bud , and The Lyre and Sword !
Thy German heart beat high for liberty ; Thou 'gainst the invader stood firm as the tree * That rustles in thy songs . Trust in the Lord Of Hosts , and love for thy dear Fatherland , Though life were thine ; ancl , like a yager true ,
Quick from its sheath thy trusty sword thou drew Against thy country ' s foes , to bravely stand Or fall in her defence . Thy gory death Was glorious . In such a cause to die Is but to gain an immortality
Amongst the brave and true ! and whilst one breath Of freedom kisses the green German oak , Thy trumpet-songs will fire the slave to break his yoke .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Changeful Seasons: A Winter Song.
So let us live , That when we give Our bodies to the grave , We may be blest , And he at rest
, Amidst the good and brave . The changing year AVhich found us here May lose us as we sing
In realm above , Celestial grove , And everlasting spring . EMEA HOLMES .
Fmvey , Cornwall .
Charles Theodore Korner.
CHARLES THEODORE KORNER .
BY BRO . GEORGE MARKHAM TWEDDELL , Author of "Shakspere , Ms Times and Contemporaries" etc ., etc . BAUD of The Flower-bud , and The Lyre and Sword !
Thy German heart beat high for liberty ; Thou 'gainst the invader stood firm as the tree * That rustles in thy songs . Trust in the Lord Of Hosts , and love for thy dear Fatherland , Though life were thine ; ancl , like a yager true ,
Quick from its sheath thy trusty sword thou drew Against thy country ' s foes , to bravely stand Or fall in her defence . Thy gory death Was glorious . In such a cause to die Is but to gain an immortality
Amongst the brave and true ! and whilst one breath Of freedom kisses the green German oak , Thy trumpet-songs will fire the slave to break his yoke .