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So, in regions wild and wide
Till a beauteous inland-isle,
There, unenvied and unknown,
In a country all our own,
Shep. “ Yet the woods, the 'rocks, the streams,
Unbeloved, shall bring to mind,
And thy native country's song,
How will thy poor cheek turn pale!
Wand. “ By the glorious ghost of TELL!
By MORGARTHEN's awful fray !
SOUL OF SWITZERLAND, arise !
-Ha! the spell has waked the dead : From her ashes to the skies
SWITZERLAND exalts her head.
See the Queen of Mountains stand,
Hark! her voice :-“ My sons ! awake ! “ Freedom dawns, behold the day ! “ From the bed of bondage break, « 'Tis your Mother calls,-obey !"
At the sound, our fathers' graves,
and toss like waves When the wild blast sweeps the main.
Rise, my Brethren ! cast away
Strike the conflict is begun;
Freemen! Soldiers ! follow me!
Shout !—the Victory is won,
SWITZERLAND AND LIBERTY !"
Shep. 66 Warrior! Warrior ! stay thine arm !
Sheathe, O sheathe thy frantic sword !" Wand. " Ah! I rave !-I faint !-the charm
Flies, and memory is restored!
Yes, to agony restored
SWITZERLAND is but a name!
-Yet I feel, where'er I roam,
heart is still the same, SWITZERLAND is still my
There is a calm for those who
weep, A rest for weary Pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground.
The storm that wrecks the winter sky
more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh
That shuts the rose,
I long to lay this painful head
From all my toil.