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CHORUS. Roll proudly on!—brave blood is with thee sweeping, Poured out by sons of thine, When 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!