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Which faction breeds? the turmoil where,

that passed Through Europe, echoing from the newsman's

blast, And filled our hearts with grief for England's

shame? Peace greets us;—rambling on without an aim We mark majestic herds of cattle, free 6

To ruminate, couched on the grassy lea;
And hear far-off the mellow horn proclaim
The Season's harmless pastime. Ruder sound
Stirs not; enrapt I gaze with strange delight, 10
While consciousnesses, not to be disowned,
Here only serve a feeling to invite
That lifts the spirit to a calmer height,
And makes this rural stillness more profound.


From the Pier's head, musing, and with increase
Of wonder, I have watched this sea-side Town,
Under the white cliff's battlemented crown,
Hushed to a depth of more than Sabbath peace:
The streets and quays are thronged, but why
disown 5

Their natural utterance? whence this strange

release From social noise — silence elsewhere unknown?— A Spirit whispered, "Let all wonder cease; Ocean's o'erpowering murmurs have set free 9 Thy sense from pressure of life's common din; As the dread Voice that speaks from out the sea Of God's eternal Word, the Voice of Time Doth deaden, shocks of tumult, shrieks of crime, The shouts of folly, and the groans of sin."

1837 (!).




Is then the final page before me spread,
Nor further outlet left to mind or heart?
Presumptuous Book! too forward to be read,
How can I give thee licence to depart?
One tribute more: unbidden feelings start 5
Forth from their coverts; slighted objects rise;
My spirit is the scene of such wild art
As on Parnassus rules, when lightning flies,
Visibly leading on the thunder's harmonies.

All that I saw returns upon my view, 10

All that I heard comes back upon my ear,
All that I felt this moment doth renew;
And where the foot with no unmanly fear
Recoiled—and wings alone could travel—there
I move at ease; and meet contending themes 15
That press upon me, crossing the career
Of recollections vivid as the dreams
Of midnight,—cities, plains, forests, and mighty

Where Mortal never breathed I dare to sit
Among the interior Alps, gigantic crew, 20

Who triumphed o'er diluvian power!—and yet
What are they but a wreck and residue,
Whose only business is to perish!—true
To which sad course, these wrinkled Sons of

Labour their proper greatness to subdue; 25
Speaking of death alone, beneath a clime
Where life and rapture flow in plenitude


Fancy hath flung for me an airy bridge
Across thy long deep Valley, furious Ehone!
Arch that here rests upon the granite ridge 30
Of Monte Rosa—there on frailer stone
Of secondary birth, the Jung-frau's cone;
And, from that arch, down-looking on the Vale
The aspect I beheld of every zone;
A sea of foliage, tossing with the gale, 35

Blithe Autumn's purple crown, and Winter's icy mail!

Far as St. Maurice, from yon eastern Forks,1 Down the main avenue my sight can range: And all its branchy vales, and all that lurks Within them, church, and town, and hut, and

grange, 40

For my enjoyment meet in vision strange;
Snows, torrents;—to the region's utmost bound,
Life, Death, in amicable interchange;—.
But list! the avalanche—the hush profound
That follows—yet more awful than that awful

sound! 45

Is not the chamois suited to his place?

The eagle worthy of her ancestry?

—Let Empires fall; but ne'er shall Ye disgrace

Tour noble birthright, ye that occupy

Tour council-seats beneath the open sky, 50

On Sarnen's Mount,2 there judge of fit and

right, In simple democratic majesty; Soft breezes fanning your rough brows—the

might And purity of nature spread before your sight!

1 At the head of the Vallais. See Note.

2 See Note.

From this appropriate Court renowned LuCerne 5; Calls me to pace her honoured Bridge'—that

cheers The Patriot's heart with pictures rude and stern, An uncouth Chronicle of glorious years. Like portraiture, from loftier source, endears That work of kindred frame, which spans the lake 60

Just at the point of issue, where it fears
The form and motion of a stream to take;
Where it begins to stir, yet voiceless as a snake.

Volumes of sound, from the Cathedral rolled,
This long-roofed Vista penetrate—but see, 65
One after one, its tablets, that unfold
The whole design of Scripture history;
From the first tasting of the fatal Tree,
Till the bright Star appeared in eastern skies,
Announcing One was born mankind to free; 70
His acts, his wrongs, his final sacrifice;
Lessons for every heart, a Bible for all eyes.

Our pride misleads, our timid likings kil1.
—Long may these homely Works devised of old,
These simple efforts of Helvetian skill, 75

Aid, with congenial influence, to uphold
The State,—the Country's destiny to mould;
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust
Of servile opportunity to gold;
Filling the soul with sentiments august— 80
The beautiful, the brave, the holy, and the just!

No more; Time halts not in his noiseless march—

1 See Note.

Nor turns, nor winds, as doth the liquid flood;

Iiife slips from underneath us like that arch

Of airy workmanship whereon we stood, 85

Earth stretched below, heaven in our neighbourhood.

Go forth, my little Book! pursue thy way;

Go forth, and please the gentle and the good;

Nor be a whisper stifled, if it say

That treasures, yet untouched, may grace some future Lay. 90

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