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“ Wildly scatter'd o'er the plain,
WANDERER, Bloodier still the battle grew ;
“ Hail !all hail! the patriot's grave, Oye spirits of the slain, Slain on those your prowess slew :
Valour's venerable bed :
Hail! the memory of the brave, “Who shall now your deeds relate ?
Hail! the spirits of the dead.
“ Time their triumphs shall proclaim,
And their rich reward be this,
Immortality of fame, “ Virtue, valour, naught avail'd
Immortality of bliss.”
“ On that melancholy plain,
In that conflict of despair, “ Cold and keen th' assassin's blade
How was poble Albert slain ?
How didst thou, old warrior, fare ?""
“ In the agony of strife, “Underwalden thus expired;
Where the heart of battle bled,
Where his country lost her life,
Glorious Albert bow'd his head.
“ When our phalanx broke away,
And our stoutest soldiers fell,
Where the dark rocks dimm'd the day,
Scowling o'er the deepest dell;
“ There, like lions old in blood, “ Down they rush'd with headlong might, Swifter than the panting wind;
Lions rallying round their den,
Albert and his warriors stood;
We were few, but we were men.
“ Breast to breast we fought the ground, “ How the forest of the foe
Arm to arm repell’d the foe;
Every motion was a wound,
And a death was every blow.
“ Thus the clouds of sunset beam “ Thus they hew'd their dreadful way ;
Warmer with expiring light;
Thus autumnal meteors stream
Redder through the darkening night.
“ Miracles our champions wrought
Who their dying deeds shall tell !
O how gloriously they fought!
How triumphantly they fell! The Wanderer relates the circumstances attending the
“ One by one gave up the ghost,
Slain, not conquer'd,—they died free.
Albert stood,-himself a host: “ PLEDGE the memory of the brave,
Last of all the Swiss was he.
“So, when night with rising shade Pledge the venerable grave,
Climbs the Alps from steep to steep,
Till, in hoary gloom array'd, “ Wanderer, cheer thy drooping soul,
All the giant mountains sleep;
“ High in heaven their monarch* stands, Drain the deep delicious bowl,
Bright and beauteous from afar,
Shining unto distant lands
Like a new-created star. * An indiscriminate massacre followed the battle.
+ Two hundred self-devoted heroes from the canton of * Mont Blanc; which is so much higher than the sur. Switz arrived, at the close of the balle, lo the aid of their rounding Alps, that it catches and retains the beams of brethren of Underwalden; and perished to a man, after the sun twenty minutes earlier and later than they, and, having slain thrice their number.
crowned with eternal ice, may be seen from an immense The lavanges are tremendous torrents of melting snow distance purpling with his eastern light, or crimsoned that lumble from the lops of the Alps, and deluge all the with his setting glory while mist and obscurity rest on the country before them.
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“Bow'd to Heaven's mysterious will,
I am worthy yet of you ; Yes - I am a mother still,
Though I feel a widow, too.”
“ While I struggled through the fight,
Albert was my sword and shield; Till strange horror quench'd my sight,
And I fainted on the field. “ Slow awakening from that trance,
When my soul return’d to day, Vanish'd were the fiends of France,
But in Albert's blood I lay.
On my lips he did resign ;
From the blow that menaced mine. “ He had raised his dying head,
And was gazing on my face ; As I woke,—the spirit fled,
But I felt his last embrace.”
WANDERER. “Mother, widow, mourner, all,
All kind names in one, my child; On thy faithful neck I fall ; Kiss me,-are we reconciled ?”
WANDERER'S DAUGHTER. “ Yes, to Albert I appeal:
Albert, answer from above,
With the day's long journey, sire, Let thy pilgrim family
Now with me to rest retire.”
SHEPHERD. “ Man of suffering ! such a tale
Would bring tears from marble eyes !”
“ Warrior, warrior, stay thine arm!
Sheathe, O sheathe thy frantic sword !”
* There is a tradition among the Swiss, that they are descended from the ancient Scandinavians; among whom, in a remote age, there arose 80 grievous a famine, that it was determined in the assembly of the nation, that every tenth inan and his family should quit their country, and seek a new possession. Six thousand, chosen by lot, lhus emigrated at once from the North. They prayed to God to conduct them w 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 tradiLion, 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 cantons of Uri and Underwalden.
WANDERER. “ Ab! I rave-I faint-the charm
Flies, and memory is restored.
“Yes, to agony restored
From the too transporting charm :Sleep for ever, O my sword ! Be thou wither'd, O mine arm!