MY native land I will not leave, Whatever may be told; Above all other countries it Doth shine like purest gold. Let Fortune smile in other realms, In richer pomp of hue, Nowhere save in my native land Laughs sun from skies as blue. My native land I will not leave; My parents' home is here, A quiet sanctuary which I draw in rev'rence near. Each foot of soil is hallowed ground, More sacred naught can be; E'en with no priestly ritual, The tears spring to mine e'e. My native land I will not leave, No matter what may come, Although all suddenly should dawn The final day of doom. I know that then the world will pass Away in smoke and dust; But my loved Germany will shine A star in Heav'n, I trust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIGH FLIGHT by JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 1. MOONLIGHT NIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM TO SARAH TAYLOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |