You forged the blade he flourishes with pride,
That new Excalibur, "Unity"; you gave
That mighty weapon to Germania's side,
You and the iron comrades, silent, brave,
Who fought beneath the flag he loves to wave.
The man of scanty speech,
Who smote and shouted not, in war's dread breach,
The valiant Emperor, and his noble son,—
By these the work was done.
And he, the inheritor of fulfilled renown,