Who died their Country’s life to save?
We envy them—not mourn;
Long as the sun shall gild the sky,
Beloved shall be their memory
By millions yet unborn!
E’en while I write, a voice divine,
Floats sweetly from the banks of Rhine,
Where fair Bavaria’s lovely maids
And virtuous dames, in vine-clad glades,
Prepare with their own hands the lint