James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
February 20Andrew Hofer
By Julius Mosen (18031867)
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The gallant Hofer lay,
In Mantua to death
Led him the foe away;
His brothers’ hearts bled for the chief,
For Germany, disgrace and grief,
And Tyrol’s mountain-land!
With firm and measured pace,
Marched Andrew Hofer on;
He feared not death to face,
Death whom from Iselberg aloft
Into the vale he sent so oft
In Tyrol’s holy land.
In Mantua’s stronghold,
Their hands on high he saw
His faithful brothers hold,
“O God be with you all!” he said,
“And with the German realm betrayed,
And Tyrol’s holy land!”
To beat the solemn march,
While Andrew Hofer passed
The portal’s gloomy arch;
In fetters shackled, yet so free,
There on the bastion stood he,
Brave Tyrol’s gallant son.
He answered, “I will not!
Here standing will I die,
As I have stood and fought,
As now I tread this bulwark’s bank,
Long life to my good Kaiser Frank,
And, Tyrol, hail to thee!”
The bandage from his hand,
While Hofer spake a prayer,
His last on earthly land.
“Mark well!” he with loud voice exclaimed,
“Now fire! Ah! ’twas badly aimed!
O Tyrol, fare thee well!”