  Flying after bliss and light, Thou return’st in piteous plight; German truth and German shirt Strangers draggle through the dirt. Pale as death hast thou become, But take comfort, thou’rt at home; Warm as by the household hearth Lie we under German earth. Many others, who fell lame, Home again, alas! ne’er came, Though they yearningly implored,— O have pity, gracious Lord! |
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