by George Hooper.
Originally published in The Leader (Joseph Clatton, junr.) vol.1 #34 (16 Nov 1850).
Kinkel is free!
Let the wind bear the sound
The sphered earth around,
And whisper, as it flies
Beneath Vienna's wall,
Where Blum in silence lies,
The words so dear to all—
"Kinkel is free!"
Kinkel is free!
Let lightning's rapid flight,
These accents of delight,
Flash on its fiery wings
From Warsaw to Biscay;
And in the Courts of Kings
Write, in the face of day,
"Kinkel is free!"
Kinkel is free!
From far Kutayah's wall
I hear the answering call
Of Kossuth's manly voice;
And o'er Atlanta's brine
The Exiled shout—"Rejoice!
Our Brother of the Rhine,
Kinkel, is free!"
Kinkel is free!
A beaker full of wine,
Fresh from the rocky Rhine!
Brave Kinkel, health to thee!
With beating hearts, and eyes
Moist with glad tears, do we
Shout back the welcome cries,
"Kinkel is free!"
Nov. 12, 1850.