text:  In galleries raised above the pomp Press'd crowd on crowd their panting way; And with the joy-resounding tromp Rang out the million's loud hurra! For closed at last the age of slaughter When human blood was pour'd as water-- LAW dawns upon the world![6] Sharp Force no more shall right the wrong And grind the weak to crown the strong-- War's carnage-flag is furl'd! In Rudolf's hand the goblet shines-- And gaily round the board look'd he; "And proud the feast and bright the wines My kingly heart feels glad to me! Yet where the lord of sweet desire Who moves the heart beneath the lyre And dulcet Sound Divine? Dear from my youth the craft of song And what as knight I loved so long As Kaisar still be mine