AWAKE, 0 Land ! new courage showing, Arise ! thy

destiny to meet.

The stars of heaven thy coming greet, The Master of the World foreknowing, Let thy fair girls the sails be sewing, To spread before the great wind blowing That brings the German Fleet.

Shake off thy timid, servile spirit, Not thine the part to live a snail. O'er all the world shalt thou prevail, No other Power its throne can merit : It is thy jewel. Win and wear it ! Its folk the flock thou shalt inherit. Weigh anchor and set sail !

Has Hellas, then, so far outshone thee ?

Did Rome with better men abound?

Lest Hermann spread thy shame around Lo, thy Creator calls upon thee, And in the sea would now enthrone thee :

There grow the crops that soon shall crown thee, As once Columbus found.

Doth not the land confess thy power ? But shall the land thy foot confine ? Rang out afar the German sign And take the ocean for thy dower. The shopkeepers before thee cower, Their navies know the fatal hour. Their sea seize ! It is thine !

Seize it, and with it seize for ever The helm of History. In their room Stand thou! Avert the vessel's doom Ere its old timbers rot and sever; Heaven bids thee now the world deliver, To atoms now thy foemen shiver, Let thy guns flash and boom.

0 Germans, hear your Poet's warning, Full many a forest decks your land.

Build the strong walls with your own hand, The courts of Liberty adorning : Go forth with flags; now shines your morning, No longer bear your foes' proud scorning. Break ye their iron band.

Though on the sea as exiles sighing You heard their mocking voice upbraid, Grieve not too sore nor be afraid;

Add mast to mast, on Heaven relying ; The wind shall kiss your colours flying ; And when you hear it, dream you're lying In cool oak forest's shade.

Your sun shall rise. I see it beaming; Your eyes shall bail the longed-for day. One Prince shall rule; one realm obey. The German banner proudly streaming Shall curb the grocer's envious scheming; 0.° cheese and butter he'll go dreaming, But shall not Europe weigh.

E'en now I see with might prevailing Your ships afloat. My spirit bold Swells like their canvas broad unrolled ; I wield my lyre, the great Fleet hailing, And fight with songs of Hope unfailing, A German Argonaut forth sailing To win the Fleece of Gold

W. H. D.