Und hat nun ausgerungen
Mein Deutschland siegeswund:
Was damals Lieb' gesungen,
Was Schwerdter Dir geklungen,
Klingt fort im Herzensgrund.
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An meinen Bruder. 1815. · Joseph von Eichendorff · Poetry Cove