Where will a place of refuge, noble
For peace and freedom ever open lie!
The century in tempests had its end,
The new one now begins with murders cry.
Each land-connecting bond is torn
Each ancient custom hastens to decline;
Not een the ocean can wars tumult stay.
Not een the Nile-god, not the hoary Rhine.
Two mighty nations strive, with
For undivided mastery of the world;
And, by them, each lands freedom to devour,
The trident brandished is-the lightning hurled.
Each country must to them its gold
And, Brennus-like, upon the fatal day,
The Frank now throws his heavy iron sword,
The even scales of justice to oerweigh.
His merchant-fleets the Briton greedily
Extends, like polyp-limbs, on every side;
And the domain of Amphitrite free
As if his home it were, would fain bestride.
Een to the south poles
dim, remotest star,
His restless course moves onward, unrestrained;
Each isle he tracks,-each coast, however far,
But paradise alone he neer has gained!
Although thine eye may every map
Vainly thoult seek to find that blissful place,
Where freedoms garden smiles for evermore,
And where in youth still blooms the human race.
Before thy gaze the world extended
The very shipping it can scarce embrace;
And yet upon her back, of boundless size,
Een for ten happy men there is not space!
Into thy bosoms holy, silent
Thou needs must fly from lifes tumultuous throng!
Freedom but in the realm of vision dwells,
And beauty bears no blossoms but in song.