Stone Breaking

March wind

Clashed the trees,

Flung the snow;

Breaking stones,

In the cold,

Germans

Toiled and toiled;

Arrowy

Glanced and sprang,

One right

German sang:

Songs of home,

Fatherland:

Syenite hard,

Weary lot,

Callous hand,

All forgot:

Hammers pound,

Ringing round;

Rise the heaps,

To his voice,

Bounds and

Toise on toise:

Toil is long,

But dear

Gives us song,

At the

Gives us test,

Toil is best.