...wave That mingles its tid? with the blood of the brave ; Where the blasts of the trumpets for battles combine, And the heart was laid low that gave rapture...that sorrow beguil'd, Your uplands I leave for the desulate wild ; For nature is nought to the eye of despair B ut the image of hopes that have v. nish'd...

...wave That mingles its tide with the blood of the brave, Where the blasts of the trumpets for battles combine. And the heart was laid low that gave rapture...the eye of despair But the image of hopes that have vanish 'd in air. Again, ye fair blossoms of flow'r and of tree, Ye shall bloom to the morn, tho* ye...

...adieu ! Yet not for a brighter your skies I resign, When my wandering footsteps revisit the Rhine : But sacred to me is the roar of the wave, That mingles...beguil'd, Your uplands I leave for the desolate wild ;' Yyf nature is nought to the eye of despair, But the image of hopes that have vanish'd in air ; Again,...

...adieu ! Yet not for a brighter your skies I resign, When my wandering footsteps revisit the Rhine : But sacred to me is the roar of the wave That mingles...rapture to mine. Ye scenes of remembrance that sorrow beguiled, Your uplands I leave for the desolate wild ; For nature is nought to the eye of despair But...

...the roar of the wave That mingles its tide with the blood of the brave, Where blasts of the trumpet for battle combine, And the heart was laid low that...rapture to mine. Ye scenes of remembrance that sorrow beguiled, Your uplands I leave for the desolate wild ; For nature is nought to the eye of despair But...

...roar of the wave That mingles its tide with the blood of the brave, Where the blasts of the trumpet for battle combine, And the heart was laid low that...rapture to mine. Ye scenes of remembrance that sorrow beguiled, Your uplands I leave for the desolate wild ; For nature is nought to the eye of despair But...

...adieu ! Yet not for a brighter your skies I resign, When my wandering footsteps revisit the Rhine : But sacred to me is the roar of the wave, That mingles...rapture to mine. Ye scenes of remembrance that sorrow beguiled, Your uplands I leave for the desolate wild ; For nature is nought to the eye of despair,...

...the roar of the wave That mingles its tide with the blood of the brave, Where blasts of the trumpet for battle combine, And the heart was laid low that...rapture to mine. Ye scenes of remembrance that sorrow beguiled, Your uplands I leave for the desolate wild ; For nature is nought to the eye of despair But...