They that earliest with thee play’d
Rest beneath their own oak-shade,
Far, far hence!—yet sea nor shore
Haply, brother! part ye more;
God hath call’d thee to that band
In the immortal Fatherland!”
“The Fatherland!”—with that sweet word
A burst of tears midst the strain was heard.
“Brother! were we there with thee
Rich would many a meeting be!