In the tongue he learned at birth.
That when the sun on Koenigstuhl’s height
Pours out its golden flood,
And with its slowly warming light
Gives life to vale and grove and wood,
He greets that sun, here only upraising,
Which in his native land is at its zenith blazing.
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And tell there of that day he stood,
Near to a ruin’d castle gray,