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Caption: Magazine - English Club The Illinois (1907)
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O German fatherland 1 am thv Kun/ \on der 1. n. ,-,,] Tin* n m \vhof6 his way proper duty \\ .nly to iimiisc tli while awa\ tl y tim and wl» had in I it unat 6 da\ -. I into thy prison in time of need. cloak I hrin thy mighty crown—ilost thou net know cannot set thee free, at 1. i-t I thou shah have d i e with th Here mi'! this il I 1 m sceptre and 1 ' I t i mo, m kaiser? If will con- le thee, a: <• who will chal a thy sor< i affliction, and encoura e thee, and 1 thee, and wh08e host joke and be | bl< I are at thy service. For thou, my people, art the true Ka the lord of the land—thy will is ereign and far more lawful than thai Tel eat notn pi r, which appeals to a divine right without any otl, r warrant than the idle assurances of shaven ju lera—tbj will, my people, is the only just source of all pow< . Although now than liest low in thy fetters, in th< end thy rights will prevail, the day of liberati Q draws near, a new period will begin—my Kaiser, tli dawn is glowing. Kunz von der Rosen, my Fool, thou art wi n it is a shining ax that thou mistakes! for the sun', and the dawn is nothing but blood. No, my Kaiser, it is the sun, although it climbs up out of the west—for six thousand years man has always seen it rise in the east, and now it is time that it make a change in its course. Kunz von der Rosen, my Fool, why, thou hast lost the bells from thy red cap, and "it has a most strange look, that red cap. Oh, my Kaiser, 1 have shaken my head over tinneed with such mad earnestness, that the foolishi bells have fallen from my cap; but it is not the worse tor that. 147
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