The Hereditary Prince Of Weimar, On His Proceeding To Paris.

(SUNG IN A CIRCLE OF FRIENDS.)     With one last bumper let us hail     The wanderer beloved,     Who takes his leave of this still vale     Wherein in youth he roved.     From loving arms, from native home,     He tears himself away,     To yonder city proud to roam,     That makes whole lands its prey.     Dissension flies, all tempests end,     And chained is strife abhorred;     We in the crater may descend     From whence the lava poured.     A gracious fate conduct thee through     Life's wild and mazy track!     A bosom nature gave thee true,     A bosom true bring back!     Thou'lt visit lands that war's wild train     Had crushed with careless heed;     Now smiling peace salutes the plain,     And strews the golden seed.     The hoary Father Rhine thou'lt greet,     Who thy forefather [58] blest     Will think of, whilst his waters fleet     In ocean's bed to rest.     Do homage to the hero's manes,     And offer to the Rhine,     The German frontier who maintains,     His own-created wine,     So that thy country's soul thy guide     May be, when thou hast crossed     On the frail bark to yonder side,     Where German faith is lost!