As now the oak, to which we will all wish a joyful and prosperous growth, especially in its national indications, was planted, Herr Horn pronounced the iambics written for the occasion by Herr Ullmann, with the tone and feeling appropriate to their office and contents. The whole transaction was concluded by the singing of hymns, composed by Herr Neidhart, the elder of Ebersdorf in Voigtland, and breathing a noble, powerful spirit, for right and freedom, which animated the whole nation, and in its own language awarded to festival its high and significant value. The occasion thus brought to its close--a solemnity which our grandchildren may well hold sacred--the students marched in procession of two to the market-place, where they excited one another in brotherly union, with Arndt's thrilling hymn, to unity of spirit and faithful confidence in the sentiments then and there implanted. THE UNION SONG. In happy hour have we united, A mighty and a German choir! And hence from every soul excited, Burst hymns of praise to God once more; Since we stand here o'er high things musing, With feelings holy and profound, So the full heart its joy diffusing, Must swell with all its chords the sound. To whom shall first our thanks be pealed? To God's most high and wondrous name, Who in our shame's long night revealed, Arose before us all in flame. Who blasted all our foes' disdaining; Our strength and beauty all restored; Who on the stars for ever reigning, Sits there from age to age adored. Our second wish--to whom then flies it? To Fatherland's high glory whole. Perdition seize all who despise it, Hail! he who yields it life and soul! Through virtues pass it still be-wondered; Beloved for honesty and right, Proud from year-hundred to year-hundred, In strength and honour ever bright. To joys of German men,--a measure! One third--in clearer joy and thanks; For freedom is the German pleasure; For freedom leads our German ranks. For it to live, for it to perish,-- Each German bosom burns for this; For this the hero-death to cherish, Is German honour, German bliss. The fourth--in solemn consecration,-- Hands, hearts aloft together go! Thou ancient truth--and of our nation, Thou faith, united--"live ye hoch!" With these all doubts and fears we banish, These of our bond are rock and shield; The world indeed itself must vanish, When men their plighted word shall yield.