In our hearts reside--
German hearts--to stay!

Freedom sweet and fair,
Trusting, void of fear,
German nature e'er
Was to thee most clear.

_LUDWIG UHLAND_

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THE CHAPEL[17] (1805)

Yonder chapel, on the mountain,
Looks upon a vale of joy;
There, below, by moss and fountain,
Gaily sings the herdsman's boy.

Hark! Upon the breeze descending,
Sound of dirge and funeral bell;
And the boy, his song suspending,
Listens, gazing from the dell.

Homeward to the grave they're bringing
Forms that graced the peaceful vale;
Youthful herdsman, gaily singing!
Thus they'll chant thy funeral wail.

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THE SHEPHERD'S SONG ON THE LORD'S DAY[18] (1805)

The Lord's own day is here!
Alone I kneel on this broad plain;
A matin bell just sounds; again
'Tis silence, far and near.

Here kneel I on the sod;
O deep amazement, strangely felt!
As though, unseen, vast numbers knelt
And prayed with me to God!

Yon heav'n afar and near--
So bright, so glorious seems its cope
As though e'en now its gates would ope--
The Lord's own day is here!

[Illustration: LUDWIG UHLAND]

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THE CASTLE BY THE SEA[19] (1805)

Hast thou seen that lordly castle,
That castle by the sea?
Golden and red above it
The clouds float gorgeously.

And fain it would stoop downward
To the mirrored lake below;
And fain it would soar upward
In the evening's crimson glow.

Well have I seen that castle,
That castle by the sea,
And the moon above it standing,
And the mist rise solemnly.

The winds and the waves of ocean--
Had they a merry chime?
Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers,
The harp and the minstrel's rhyme?

The winds and the waves of ocean,
They rested quietly;
But I heard in the gale a sound of wail,
And tears came to mine eye.

And sawest thou on the turrets
The king and his royal bride,
And the wave of their crimson mantles,
And the golden crown of pride?

Led they not forth, in rapture,
A beauteous maiden there,
Resplendent as the morning sun,
Beaming with golden hair!

Well saw I the ancient parents,
Without the crown of pride;
They were moving slow, in weeds of woe--
No maiden was by their side