CHORUS.
Roll proudly on!—brave blood is with thee sweeping,
Pour’d out by sons of thine,
Where sword and spirit forth in joy were leaping,
Like thee, victorious Rhine!
SINGLE VOICE.
Home! Home! Thy glad wave hath a tone of greeting,
Thy path is by my home,
Even now my children count the hours till meeting:
O ransom’d ones! I come.