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THE WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND.
Shep. Yet will Time the deluge stop;
Then may Switzerland be blest :
Wand. No !-Irreparably lost,
On the day that made us slaves,
Shep. Welcome, Wanderer as thou art,
All my blessings to partake;
On the western hills afar
Here, though lowly be my lot,
Spouse! I bring a suffering guest,
Shep.'s Wife. I will yield them sweet relief :
Weary pilgrims ! welcome here;
Wand. When in prayer the broken heart
Asks a blessing from above,
Shep. Haste, recruit the failing fire,
High the winter-faggots raise:
St. Gothard is the name of the highest mountain in the canton of Uri, the birth. place of Swiss independence.
Mourners ! now forget your cares,
Wand. Host! thy smiling daughters bring,
Bring those rosy lads of thine ;
Shep. Join the ring, my girls and boys ;
This enchanting circle, this
Wand. O ye loves and joys ! that sport
In the fairy-ring of bliss,
Bountiful my former lot
native country's rills;
But those streams no longer pour
father's cot no more
By a hundred winters piled,
If a pulse but throh alarm,
* More properly the Avalanches; immense accumulations of ice and snow, balanced on the verge of the mountains in such subtle suspense, that, in the opinion of the natives, the tread of the traveller may bring them down in destruction upon him. The Glaciers are more permanent masses of ice, and formed rather in the valleys than on the summits of the Alps.
Struck with horror stiff and pale,
In a day and hour accurst,
Thus the Gallic glacier fell !
Wipe those unavailing tears :
'Tis the privilege of years :
Shep. Yet suspend thy griefs awhile :
See the plenteous table crowned ;
After supper, the Ilanierer, nt the desire of his Host, relates the sorrows and
sufferings of his country, during the Invasion and Conquest of it by the French, in connection with his own story.
Shep. Wanderer ! bowed with griefs and years,
Wanderer, with the cheek so pale !