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Thy days are done

Language: English

Thy days are done, thy fame begun;
  Thy country's strains record
The triumphs of her chosen Son,
  The slaughters of his sword! 
The deeds he did, the fields he won,
  The freedom he restored! 

Though thou art fall'n, while we are free
  Thou shalt not taste of death! 
The generous blood that flowed from thee
  Disdained to sink beneath:
Within our veins its currents be,
  Thy spirit on our breath! 

Thy name our charging hosts along,
  Shall be the battle-word! 
Thy fall, the theme of choral song
  From virgin voices poured! 
To weep will do thy glory wrong:
  Thou shalt not be deplored.


Translation(s): FRE GER GER GER GER

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Text added to the website: 2003-11-15.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:00
Line count: 18
Word count: 103

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Dein Leben schied, dein Ruhm begann

Language: German (Deutsch) after the English

Dein Leben schied, dein Ruhm begann;
Es kündet Volksgesang, 
Wie dir, o Held, kein Sieg entrann, 
Wie gut dein Schwert sich schwang! 
Wie uns dein Muth Triumph gewann, 
Und Freiheit uns errang!

Du fielst; doch weil wir frei sind, soll
Dem Ruhm den Tod bestehn,
Das edle Blut, das dir entquoll,
Das darf nicht untergehn,
Die Adern mach's uns feuervoll!
Mag uns dein Geist durchwehn!

Dein Name sei das Heer entlang
Der Schlachtruf unsrer Reih'n.
Jungfrauen werden Chorgesang
Nun deinem Falle weihn!
Nicht Thränen braucht, wer Ruhm errang,
Du darfst beweint nicht sein.


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Text added to the website: 2011-05-22.
Last modified: 2018-01-06 16:13:57
Line count: 18
Word count: 93