We hate war's horrible hell, The waste and the want and the woe, The burst of the blinding shell, The craft of the treacherous foe. We hate contemptible lies, We hate the murderous hand, The flaming fury that flies From the heart of a desperate land. We love the portals of peace That open and opulent shine, Fair plenty's happy increase, And brotherhood all divine. We love the bonds of the past, The Germany undistraught, And ever we hold us fast To its high and heroic thought. Our love and our hate are one, And our hate must have its day, Till the love that hate has undone Shall find its ultimate way. And only at what we hate Is the might of our passion thrown, And it never will be too late For our love to come to its own. |