Alder tree, O alder tree, Over his grave reclining; I’ve braided a wreath of the faire… That ever were fed by the spring-t… Or nursed by the summer shining.

True thoughts, your days of grief… No more shall scorn or hate impede… Born in the light, wherever the su… Shines on mankind, mankind shall h… So grow, ye grains of mustard-seed…

When your rights are destroyed, an… When your kings and your princes t… O! shall it be said that no vengea… The land of the Oder, the Elbe, a… O! shall it be said that the Germ…

Far from bustle, strife, and care, ‘Mong the woods I’ve wooed her. And to her secluded nook, By the margin of a brook, And by waters bright and blue,

When my soul flies to the first gr… Friends of the bard! let my dwelli… By the green bank of that rippling… Under the shade of yon tall beech… Bury me there, ye lovers of song,

Come, gentle phantasie, Come to my lone retreat, Beside the rolling sea, Where the playful billows beat; Come at still twilight’s time,

‘Lorenzo pines in dungeon gloom, ’In chains my gallant lover lies, ‘A tyrant has pronounced his doom, ’To-morrow he is free-or dies! ‘O Love! if thou hast power below…

Hurrah! for the land of the thistl… The clime of the fair and free! Where the lassies are bonnie And loving as ony, The pride of the North Countrie!

The merry Spring, the bright, bri… What joys she shakes from her flow… When the young bird sings from its… How happy it sleeps on its loved o… How sweet to roam at beauty’s side…

‘Where is the place of their first… ’Where, oh where, is that green ba… ‘Under whose cover ’The maid and her lover ‘Plighted their troth and their co…

The loud blast leaps from wave to… Around our heads the thunders rave… And dark, dark is the midnight sky… Save when the lightning flashes hi… O! God whom we revere!

A voice of wailing and of woe Fills the proud monarch’s regal ha… There’s madness on the kingly brow… There’s frenzy in the soul of Sau… Where is the bard whose gifted lyr…

When grasping tyranny offends, Or angry bigots frown; When rulers plot, for sefish ends, To keep the nations down; When statesmen form unholy league

In valleys where the white man’s f… Ne’er treads the early dew, By mighty streams, whose waters de… Ne’er bear his light canoe; In wild woods, where the settler’s…

Hope on her wings, and God her gu… The dove of Noah soared, Far through the dim unfathomed spa… Where shoreless ocean roared. But ah! she found no valley green,