Thou, too, art great among Germania’s towns,1
Little Eisleben ! for from thee came forth2
The free-mouthed prophet of the thoughtful North,3
Whose word of power with mitres and with crowns4
Waged glorious war, and lamed the strength of lies :5
As when a bird long time in cage confined6
First flaps free vans, and on the roaming wind7
Floats jubilant and revels in the skies,8
So did thy word, thou strong-souled Saxon man,9
Lift up our wings of prisoned thought, and give10
New scope of venture to our human clan,11
While we did learn from thy great work to live12
Erect, and make no league with juggling lies,13
Looking right forward with unflinching eyes.14