Far beyond the Atlantic floods, Stretch'd beneath the evening sky, Realms of mountains, dark with woods, In Columbia's bosom lie. There, in glens and caverns rude, Where a tyrant never trod, - Thither, thither would I roam; There my children may be free: I for them will find a home, They shall find a grave for me. Though my fathers' bones afar Though the mould that wraps my clay, Yet in sweet communion there, ALBERT's babes shall deck our grave, Shep. “ Long before thy sun descend; May thy woes and wanderings cease; As our lakes at day's decline, Wand. “ Though our Parent perish'd here, Like the Phænix on her nest, Thither shall her sons repair, Mountains ! can ye chain the will ? Ocean! canst thou quench the heart? No! I feel my country still, LIBERTY! where'er thou art. Thus it was in hoary time, * There is a tradition among the Swiss, that they are descended from the ancient Scandinavians ; among whom, in a remote age, there arose so grievous a famine, that it was determined in the Assembly of the Nation, that every tenth man and his family should quit their country, and seek a new possession. Six thousand, chosen by lot, thus emigrated at once from the North. They prayed to GOD to conduct them to a land like their own, where they might dwell in freedom and quiet, finding food for their families, and pasture for their cattle. GOD, says the tradition, led them to a valley among the Alps, where they cleared away the forests, built the town of Switz, and afterwards peopled and cultivated the captons of Uri and UNDERWAL. DEN. Freedom, in a land of rocks « Wild as Scandinavia, give, 66 Power ETERNAL !--where our flocks 66 And our little ones may live !" Thus they pray'd ; -a secret hand my own, To the Vale of Switz they came : Thence their ardent labours spread, And a new creation rose ! |