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English version by W. Ball
Music by F. Abt

One of sixty-eight pieces bound in “The Shower of Pearls : A collection of the most beautiful duets, for two sopranos, soprano and alto, soprano and tenor, soprano and bass, and tenor and bass, arranged with an accompaniment for the piano-forte.”

Boston. Published by Oliver Ditson & Co. 277 Washington Street

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Guardian mother! Parent land!
Nurse of all our kindred band!
Still of treasure thoughts the nearest,
Ever honored, ever dearest Where I first (O sacred earth!)
Looked on her who gave me birth, Nurse of all our patriot band!
Guardian Mother! Parent Land!

Mutter erde, heilig land!
Woder Freuden wiege stand!
Deiner denk'ich nah' und ferne,
Theure Heimath ewig gerne,

Home of all my best beloved!
Where, untouched by care, I roved;
Where, 'mid smiles and play, seemed given
To my heart a daily heaven.
How, ah! how, methinks I see
Childhood's day again with thee;
Where untouched by care I roved,
Home of all my best beloved!

Heimath, Heimath, lieb und tratu!
Wo ich einst mir aufegebaut
Unter Lust und Spiel und Scherzen
Einen Himmel mainem Herzen
Taglich schau' ich gern zuruck
Nach der Kindheit reichem Gluck!
Heimath, Heimath, lieb und traut!
Theure Heimath lieb und traut!

Guardian Mothe! Eden blest!
Holy shelter! lap of rest!
Long as aught of life I cherish,
Till its last fond pulses perish,
Joys that all to thee belong
Still shall be my duteous song;
Nurse of all our kindred band!
Guardian Mother! Parent land!

Muttererde, Paradies!
Welch' ein Laut so lieb und suss!
Will so lang mir Blumen bluhen,
Rosig meine Wangen gluhen,
Singed oft aus froher Brust,
Freuen mich der Heimath Lust!
Muttererde, Paradies!
Welch ein Laut so lieb und suss!

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