SINGLE VOICE. IT is the Rhine! our mountain vineyards laving, I see the bright flood shine! (@3bis.@1) Sing on the march with every banner waving -- Sing, brothers! 'tis the Rhine! (@3bis.@1) CHORUS. The Rhine! the Rhine! our own imperial Be glory on thy track! We left thy shores, to die or to deliver -- river! We bear thee freedom back! SINGLE VOICE. Hail! hail! my childhood knew thy rush of water, Even as my mother's song; That sound went past me on the field of slaughter, And heart and arm grew strong! CHORUS. Roll proudly on! -- brave blood is with thee sweeping, Poured 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 ransomed ones! I come. CHORUS. Go tell the seas, that chain shall bind thee never! Sound on by hearth and shrine! Sing through the hills that thou art free for ever -- Lift up thy voice, O Rhine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE MOTLEY: THE GHOST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE CHELSEA by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH THE CONFIDENT SCIENTIST by ALEXIS |