The Patriot's Blood Is The

His Faithful Dog Salutes The Smiling Guest.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

He Scorn'd His Own, Who Felt Another's Woe.

On Linden, When The Sun Was Low, All Bloodless Lay The Untrodden Snow, And Dark As Winter Was The Flow Of Iser, Rolling Rapidly.

The Combat Deepens. On, Ye Brave, Who Rush To Glory Or The Grave! Wave, Munich! All Thy Banners Wave, And Charge With All Thy Chivalry!