(Sung in A circle of friends.)
With one last bumper let us hail
The wanderer beloved,
Who takes his leave of this still vale
Wherein in youth he roved.
From loving arms, from native home,
He tears himself away,
To yonder city proud to roam,
That makes whole lands its prey.
Dissension flies, all tempests end,
And chained is strife abhorred;
We in the crater may descend
From whence the lava poured.
A gracious fate conduct thee through
Lifes wild and mazy track!
A bosom nature gave thee true,-
A bosom true bring back!
Thoult visit lands that wars
Had crushed with careless heed;
Now smiling peace salutes the plain,
And strews the golden seed.
The hoary Father Rhine thoult
Who thy forefather blest
Will think of, whilst his waters fleet
In oceans bed to rest.
Do homage to the heros manes,
And offer to the Rhine,
The German frontier who maintains,
His own-created wine,-
So that thy countrys soul
May be, when thou hast crossed
On the frail bark to yonder side,
Where German faith is lost!