The Song of the Faithful (Poems, Hitler Youth) 1933-37

In Praise of the Führer

We often heard the sound of your voice

And listened silently, with folded hands,

As each word sank into our souls.

We all know: The day will come

That frees us from need and compulsion.

What is a year!

What is a law that would restrain us —

The pure faith that you have given us

Pulses through, guides our young lives.

My Führer, you alone are the way, the goal!

Adolf Hitler

Two men are joined as one in you:

One seems cold and hard,

One who achieves his goals.

Another is tender and kind,

He forgets not even the poorest.

He feels for the least of us.

Two streams owe their strength to you.

You are the sap rising from each root,

The seed that gives them birth —

A new spirit rose from you,

That forged us together as a nation

And dwells in us forever!

Our Führer

There are so many people who bless you,

Even if their blessing is a silent one —

There are so many who have never met you,

And yet you are their Savior.

When you speak to your German people,

The words go across the land

And sink into countless hearts,

Hearts in which your image long has stood.

Sometimes the vision of you brings life

To those in the midst of hard labor and heavy obligation ...

So many are devoted to you

And seek in your spirit a clear light.

Thoughts on the Führer

Often you must feel alone, all by yourself,

When you think of the mission you must fulfill.

Your deeds are far beyond what others do,

Yet you seek still greater goals.

We can never reach your heights,

All we can do is follow down your way,

And our banner with its symbol of the sun

Is under your leadership, under your guidance.

Each word that you have given us,

Each look that you have sent our way,

Has cleansed us, led us

Given new light to our lives' paths.

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 And should some day you be no longer with us

Your spirit will yet endure —

It will carry our children

Into a new age!

Your pure strength rests not alone

In your living word,

But now that we have found their source

They are the German people's treasure.

Those words it was that first awakened us,

From dull brooding, hollow death —

We can no longer perish,

A light burns for us in the night!

German Girls Address the Führer!

We are the door that leads to the future.

We are the tree on which fruit ripens,

That which inspires us, that which is holy to us,

Is planted once again, strong and pure,

No one can take it from our soul.

We carry in our hearts the light

You spread to your people,

We want to be its loyal guardians,

Passing it on pure, unchanged,

Through our bodies into new life.

A Request

Should our future turn out otherwise,

Than we with our young eyes today expect,

If we must bear our heavy burdens

For many long years to come,

If many Mays will come like this one,

And if our houses bear no festive decorations,

If like now the sun must long shine

Without our flags flying throughout the land.

If that should be I have but one request,

That we should have a mighty miracle,

So that the old, who have suffered so much,

May once again look into our Fьhrer's eyes.

Then they will not have to die

In uncertainty and desperation,

Then they will have a happy confidence in victory

To carry them through their final dying days.