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Land of the brave and free!
Imperial Germany!
By thy grape-clustered rocks, thy lofty towers,
Thy fair broad rivers, and thy princely bowers,
The warrior's minstrelsy
Resounds—and mid the fairest sweetest flowers
Up springs the laurel tree.
Land of the brave and free!
Imperial Germany!
Deep in the bosom of thy dark pine woods,
Thy mountain mines, and o'er thy angry floods,
Wild as the revelry:
Of winds and waves, dwell the unhallowed broods
Of dreaming phantasy.
