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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;
From the Pier's head, musing, and with increase
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."
UPON RECEIVING THE PRECEDING SHEETS FROM
Is then the final page before me spread,
All that I saw returns upon my view, 10
All that I heard comes back upon my ear,
Where Mortal never breathed I dare to sit
Who triumphed o'er diluvian power!—and yet
Fancy hath flung for me an airy bridge
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
For my enjoyment meet in vision strange;
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
Volumes of sound, from the Cathedral rolled,
Our pride misleads, our timid likings kil1.
Aid, with congenial influence, to uphold
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