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ODE TO THE GERMANS.

BY THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ.


The Spirit of Britannia
Invokes across the main,
Her sister Allemania
To burst the Tyrant's chain;
By our kindred blood she cries,
Rise Allemanians, rise,
And hallowed thrice the band
Of our kindred hearts shall be,
When your land shall be the land
Of the free--of the free!

With Freedom's lion-banner
Britannia rules the waves
Whilst your BROAD STONE OF HONOUR[2]
Is still the camp of slaves.
For shame, for glory's sake,
Wake, Allemanians, wake,
And the tyrants now that whelm
Half the world, shall quail and flee,
When your realm shall be the realm
Of the free--of the free!