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VII. Washington.
“Füllt an die Gläser, füllt bis oben.”—
Voss.
Voss.
Fill, fill your glasses,—brim them over!
We drink a health of high renown!
No patriot brow shall glory ever
With brighter wreaths of honor crown!
Our country's Sire!—with fond emotion,
With firm resolve, and deep devotion,
Around our Union's altar-flame,
Here we invoke his sacred name!
We drink a health of high renown!
No patriot brow shall glory ever
With brighter wreaths of honor crown!
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With firm resolve, and deep devotion,
Around our Union's altar-flame,
Here we invoke his sacred name!
That name shall be our watchword ever
When danger threats, or foe is nigh.
Cursed be the hand that dare dissever
The holy bond we prize so high.
Do thou, blest shade! this Union cherish;
Thy memory here shall never perish.
Long as thy deeds shall here remain.
O, bind us in thy golden chain!
When danger threats, or foe is nigh.
Cursed be the hand that dare dissever
The holy bond we prize so high.
Do thou, blest shade! this Union cherish;
Thy memory here shall never perish.
Long as thy deeds shall here remain.
O, bind us in thy golden chain!
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