Mars owes to you his thunder[3]
That shakes the battle-field,
Yet to break your bonds asunder
No martial bolt has peal'd.
Shall the laurell'd land of Art
Wear shackles on her heart?
No! the clock ye framed to tell
By its sound, the march of time,
Let it clang Oppression's knell
O'er your clime--o'er your clime!

The Press's magic letters
That blessing ye brought forth,
Behold! it lies in fetters
On the soil that gave it birth:
But the trumpet must be heard
And the charger must be spurr'd;
For your father Armin's Sprite
Calls down from heaven, that ye
Shall gird you for the fight
And be free!--and be free!


_Metropolitan._


[2] Ehrenbreitstein, signifies in German, "_the broad stone of
honour_."

[3] Germany invented gunpowder, clock-making, and printing.