And louder torrents stun the noon-tide hill,
The pastoral Swiss begin the cliffs to scale,
Leaving to silence the deserted vale;
And like the Patriarchs in their simple age
Move, as the verdure leads, from stage to
stage:

High and more high in summer's heat they go,

And hear the rattling thunder far below; Or steal beneath the mountains, half-deterred,

Where huge rocks tremble to the bellowing herd.

One I behold who, 'cross the foaming

flood, 380 Leaps with a bound of graceful hardihood; Another, high on that green ledge; - he

He, all superior but his God disdained, Walked none restraining, and by none restrained

Confessed no law but what his reason taught, Did all he wished, and wished but what he ought.

As man in his primeval dower arrayed
The image of his glorious Sire displayed, 440
Even so, by faithful Nature guarded, here
The traces of primeval Man appear;
The simple dignity no forms debase;
The eye sublime, and surly lion-grace:
The slave of none, of beasts alone the lord,
His book he prizes, nor neglects his sword;
Well taught by that to feel his rights, pre-
pared

With this "the blessings he enjoys to guard."

And, as his native hills encircle ground For many a marvellous victory renowned, The work of Freedom daring to oppose, 451 With few in arms, innumerable foes, When to those famous fields his steps are led, An unknown power connects him with the dead:

For images of other worlds are there; Awful the light, and holy is the air. Fitfully, and in flashes, through his soul, Like sun-lit tempests, troubled transports roll;

His bosom heaves, his Spirit towers amain, Beyond the senses and their little reign. 460 And oft, when that dread vision hath past by,

He holds with God himself communion high, There where the peal of swelling torrents fills

The sky-roofed temple of the eternal hills; Or when, upon the mountain's silent brow Reclined, he sees, above him and below, Bright stars of ice and azure fields of snow; While needle peaks of granite shooting bare Tremble in ever-varying tints of air.

And when a gathering weight of shadows brown

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If dairy-produce, from his inner hoard, Of thrice ten summers dignify the board. - Alas! in every clime a flying ray Is all we have to cheer our wintry way; And here the unwilling mind may more than trace

The general sorrows of the human race;
The churlish gales of penury, that blow
Cold as the north-wind o'er a waste of snow,
To them the gentle groups of bliss deny
That on the noon-day bank of leisure lie.
Yet more ;-compelled by Powers which
only deign

That solitary man disturb their reign,
Powers that support an unremitting strife
With all the tender charities of life,
Full oft the father, when his sons have
grown

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To manhood, seems their title to disown; •And from his nest amid the storms of heaven Drives, eagle-like, those sons as he was driven;

And thou, lost fragrance of the heart, return!

Alas! the little joy to man allowed
Fades like the lustre of an evening cloud;
Or like the beauty in a flower installed,
Whose season was, and cannot be recalled.
Yet, when opprest by sickness, grief, or care,
And taught that pain is pleasure's natural
heir,

We still confide in more than we can know; Death would be else the favourite friend of woe.

'Mid savage rocks, and seas of snow that shine,

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Between interminable tracts of pine, Within a temple stands an awful shrine, By an uncertain light revealed, that falls On the mute Image and the troubled walls. Oh! give not me that eye of hard disdain That views, undimmed, Einsiedlen's wretched fane.

While ghastly faces through the gloom ap