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Wednesday, 9 April 2025

Our Homeland - Michel Lentz

Where the Alzette slowly flows,
The Sauer plays wild pranks,
Where fragrant vineyards amply grow
On the Mosella's banks;
There lies the land for which we would
Dare everything down here,
"Our own, our native land which ranks
Deeply in our hearts."

In her shady woodland of trees,
Guarded stilly by peace,
Without splendor nor pageantries,
With warmth and love she laughes!
Her folks with glee say to themselves,
And they aren't void dreams:
"How homely 'tis to live therein,
How great 'tis to be home."

Singing, chanting, from mount and vale,
The earth who bore our births,
Love has echoed a loyal gale,
In each and every breast!
For her, no song's too beautiful,
Every word that rings from her,
"Our soul moves like sounds ethereal,
And the eye shines like fire."

O Thou above whose powerful hand
Makes States or lays them low,
Protect this Luxembourger land
From foreign yoke and woe.
Your spirit of liberty bestow
On us now as of yore.
"Let Freedom's sun in glory glow
For now and evermore."

Michel Lentz (1820 - 1893) Luxembourg
Translated by Nicholas Weydert
Source: Wikipedia

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