Onze Stam. Jaargang 1907

Of the deep, dark Rhine.

There's a crown lies low in the deep, dark Rhine;
The rarest gems in its gold rim shine:
And who so to lift that crown hath power,
He shall wear it at Aix in the self same hour;
And from Danube to Elbe, each tower and town
Shall yield to the lord of the Rhine's gold crown.

There's a lyre lies low in the deep, dark Rhine
Of ivory and gold is its framework fine:
And who shall lift that lyre on high
He shall sing the songs that shall never die;
And the world shall cherish his fair renown,
When low in the dust lies the Rhine's gold crown.

There's a small white house by the deep, dark Rhine;
Its lattice is framed with the clinging vine:
In that lowly house dwells a noble heart
And its owner will own all earth's best part:
So that heart be mine, I'll with joy resign
The crown and the lyre of the deep, dark Rhine.

From Dippel.
Joh. Kesler.