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“Stranger-friend, the tears that flow
Down the channels of this cheek,
Tell a mystery of woe
Which no human tongue can speak.

1 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.

“ Not the pangs of Hope deferr'd'
My tormented bosom tear :
On the tomb of Hope interr’d
Scowls the spectre of Despair.

“Where the Alpine summits rise,

" In the valley of their birth, Height o'er height stupendous hurl'd;

Where our guardian mountains stand; Like the pillars of the skies,

In the eye of heaven and earth, Like the ramparts of the world:

Met the warriors of our land. "Born in Freedom's eagle nest,

“Like their sires in olden time, Rock'd by whirlwinds in their rage,

Arm'd they met in stern debate; Nursed at Freedom's stormy breast,

While in every breast sublime Lived my sires from age to age.

Glow'd the SPIRIT OF THE STATE. High o'er Underwalden's vale,

“Gallia's menace fired their blood : Where the forest fronts the morn;

With one heart and voice they rose; Whence the boundless eye might sail

Hand in hand the heroes stood, O'er a sea of mountains borne;

And defied their faithless foes. « There my little native cot

“ Then to heaven, in calm despair, Peep'd upon my father's farm :

As they turn'd the tearless eye, Oh! it was a happy spot,

By their country's wrongs they sware Rich in every rural charm!

With their country's rights to die. a There my life, a silent stream,

“ Albert from the council came Glid along, yet seem'd at rest;

(My poor daughter was his wife : Lovely as an infant's dream

All the valley loved his name; On the waking mother's breast.

Albert was my staff of life). « Till the storm that wreck'd the world,

“ From the council-field he came : In its horrible career,

All his noble visage burn'd; Into hopeless ruin hurl'd

At his look I caught the fame; All this aching heart held dear.

At his voice my youth return'd. “On the princely towers of Berne

"Fire from heaven my heart renew'd, Fell the Gallic thunder-stroke;

Vigor beat through every vein ; To the lake of poor Lucerne,

All the powers, that age had hew'd, All submitted to the yoke.

Started into strength again. * Reding then his standard raised,

“Sudden from my couch I sprang, Drew his sword on Brunnen's plain ;'

Every limb to life restored ; But in vain his banner blazed,

With the bound my cottage rang, Reding drew his sword in vain.

As I snatch'd my fathers' sword. " Where our conquering fathers died,

“ This the weapon they did wield Where their awful bones repose,

On Morgarthen's dreadful day; Thrice the battle's fate he tried,

And through Sempach's ? iron field Thrice o'erthrew his country's foes.”

This the plowshare of their way. * Happy then were those who fell

“Then, my spouse! in vain thy fears Fighung on their fathers' graves !

Strove my fury to restrain; Wretched those who lived to tell

O my daughter! all thy tears, Treason made the victors slaves !

All thy children's, were in vain. “ Thus my country's life retired,

• Quickly from our hastening foes, Slowly driven from part to part;

Albert's active care removed,
Underwalden last expired,

Far amidst the eternal snows,
Underwalden was the heart.*

Those who loved us,—those beloved.? 1 Brunnen, at the foot of the mountains, on the borders of the Lake of Uri, where the first Swiss Patriots, Walter Furst of resisted the French mesuage, which required submission to the Uri, Werner Stauffacher of Schwitz, and Arnold of Melchtal new constitution, and the immediate surrender, alive or dead, of in Underwalden, conspired against the tyranny of Austria in nine of their leaders. When the demand, accompanied by a 1307, again in 1798, became the seat of the Diet of these three menace of destruction, was read in the Assembly of the District, forest cantons.

all the men of the Valley, fifteen hundred in number, took up 2 On the lains of Morgarthen, where the Swiss gained their arms, and devoted themselves to perish in the ruins of their first decisive victory over the force of Austria, and thereby se- country. cured the independence of their country; Aloys Reding, at the 1 At the battle of Sempach, the Austrians presented so imhead of the troops of the little cantons, Uri, Schwitz, and Un- penetrable a front with their projected spears, that the Swise derwalden, repeatedly repulsed the invading army of France. were repeatedly compelled to retire from the attack, till a native

3 By the resistance of these small cantons, the French Gene- of Underwalden, named Aroold de Winkelried, commending ral Schawenbourg was compelled to respect their independence, his family to his countrymen, sprung upon the enemy, and and gave them a solemn pledge to that purport; but no sooner burying as many of their spears as he could grasp in his body, had they disarmed, on the faith of this engagement, than the made a breach in their line; the Swiss rushed in, and routed enemy came suddenly upon them with an immense force; and the Austrians with a terrible slaughter. with threats of extermination compelled them to take the civic 2 Many of the Underwalders, on the approach of the French oath to the new constitution, imposed upon all Switzerland. army, removed their families and cattle among the Higher Alps; 4 The inhabitants of the Lower Valley of Underwalden alone and themselves returned to join their brethren, who had en



“ Then the mountain-echoes rang
With the clangour of alarms :
Shrill the signal-trumpet sang;
All our warriors leapt to arms.

“Then our cottage we forsook ;
Yet as down the steeps we pass'd,
Many an agonizing look
Homeward o'er the hills we cast.
“ Now we reach'd the nether glen,
Where in arms our brethren lay;
Thrice five hundred fearless men,
Men of adamant were they !
“ Nature's bulwarks, built by Time,
'Gainst Eternity to stand,
Mountains, terribly sublime,
Girt the camp on either hand.
“ Dim behind, the valley brake
Into rocks that Aed from view;
Fair in front the gleaming Lake
Roll'd its waters bright and blue.
“ 'Midst the hamlets of the dale,
Stantz,' with simple grandeur crown'd,
Seem'd the Mother of the vale,
With her children scatter'd round.
“ 'Midst the ruins of the dale
Now she bows her hoary head,
Like the Widow of the vale
Weeping o'er her children dead.
“ Happier then had been her fate,
Ere she fell by such a foe,
Had an earthquake sunk her state,
Or the lightning laid her low!"

“On the margin of the flood,
While the frantic foe drew nigh,
Grim as watching wolves we stood,
Prompt as eagles stretch'd to fly
“In a deluge upon land
Burst their overwhelming might;
Back we hurl'd them from the strand.
Oft returning to the fight.
« Fierce and long the combat held-
Till the waves were warm with blood,
Till the booming waters swellid
As they sank beneath the flood.'

" For on that triumphant day
Underwalden's arms once more
Broke Oppression's black array,
Dash'd invasion from her shore.

“ Gaul's surviving barks retired,
Muttering vengeance as they fled ;
Hope in us, by Conquest fired,
Raised our spirits from the dead.

“ From the dead our spirits rose,
To the dead they soon return’d;
Bright, on its eternal close,
Underwalden's glory burn'd.


“ By the lightning's deadly flash
Would her foes had been consumed !
Or amidst the earthquake's crash
Suddenly, alive, entombid !
“Why did justice not prevail ?"

“Star of Switzerland! whose rays
Shed such sweet expiring light,
Ere the Gallic comet's blaze
Swept thy beauty into night :-

WANDERER. “ Ah! it was not thus to be!"

“Star of Switzerland! thy fame
No recording Bard hath sung;
Yet be thine immortal name
Inspiration to my tongue !
“ While the lingering moon delay'd
In the wilderness of night,
Ere the morn awoke the shade
Into loveliness and light :-

SHEPHERD. “ Man of grief! pursue thy tale To the death of Liberty.”

“Gallia's tigers, wild for blood,

Darted on our sleeping fold;

Down the mountains, o'er the flood,

Dark as thunder-clouds they rollid.
The Wanderer continues his Narrative, and describes
the Battle and Massacre of Underwalden.

By the trumpet's voice alarm'd,
All the valley burst awake;

All were in a moment arm'd,

From the barriers to the lake. “From the valley we descried,

1 The French made their first attack on the valley of Under As the Gauls approach'd our shores,

walden from the Lake: but, after a desperato conflict, they Keels that darken'd all the tide,

were victoriously repelled, and two of their vessels, containing Tempesting the Lake with oars.

five hundred men, perished in the engagement.

2 In the last and decisive battle, the Underwalders were overcamped in their native Valley, on the borders of the Lake, and powered by two French armies, which rushed upon them front awaited the attack of the enemy.

the opposite mountains, and surrounded their camp, while an 1 The Capital of Underwalden.

assault, at the same time, was made upon them from the Lake.


“ In that valley, on that shore,
When the graves give up their dead,
At the trumpet's voice once more
Shall those slumberers quit their bed
« For the glen that gave them birth
Hides their ashes in its womb:
Oh! 'tis venerable earth,
Freedom's cradle, Freedom's tomb

Then on every side begun
That unutterable fight;
Never rose the astonish'd sun
On so horrible a sight.
"Once an eagle of the rock
(Twas an omen of our fate)
Stoop'd, and from my scatter'd flock
Bore & lambkin to his mate.

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“Wildly scatter'd o'er the plain,
Bloodier still the battle grew -
Oh ye Spirits of the slain,
Slain on those your prowess slew:
“Who shall now your deeds relate ?
Ye that fell unwept, unknown;
Mourning for your country's fate,
But rejoicing in your own.

Virtue, valor, nought avail'd
With so merciless a foe;
When the nerves of heroes fail'd,
Cowards then could strike a blow
“ Cold and keen the assassin's blade
Smote the father to the ground;
Through the infant's breast convey'd
To the mother's heart a wound.'
“ Underwalden thus expired;
But at her expiring flame,
With fraternal feeling fired,
Lo, a band of Switzers came.?
“ From the steeps beyond the lake,
Like a Winter's weight of snow,
When the huge Lavanges break,
Devastating all below;3
“ Down they rush'd with headlong might,
Swifter than the panting wind;
All before them fear and flight,
Death and silence all behind.

* While the Parents fed their young,
Lo! a cloud of vultures lean,
By voracious famine stung,
Wildly screaming, rush'd between.
“ Fiercely fought the eagle-twain,
Though by multitudes opprest,
Till their little ones were slain,
Till they perish'd on their nest.
“ More unequal was the fray
Which our band of brethren waged ;
More insatiate o'er their prey
Gaul's remorseless vultures raged.

* In innumerable waves,
Swoln with fury, grim with blood,
Headlong rollid the hordes of slaves,
And ingulf'd us with a food.

« How the forest of the foe
Bow'd before the thunder-strokes,
When they laid the cedars low,
When they overwhelmid the oaks.
“ Thus they hew'd their dreadful way;
Till, by nurnbers forced to yield,
Terrible in death they lay,

* In the whirlpool of that flood,
Firm in fortitude divine,
Like the eternal rocks we stood,
In the cataract of the Rhine.'

“Till by tenfold force assail'd,
In a hurricane of fire,

When at length our phalanx fail’d,
Then our courage blazed the higher.

The Wanderer relates the circumstances attending

the Death of Albert. “ Broken into feeble bands, Fighting in dissever'd parts, Weak and weaker grew our hands,

SHEPHERD. Strong and stronger still our hearts.

“ PLEDGE the memory of the Brave,

And the Spirits of the dead; u Fierce amid the loud alarms,

Pledge the venerable Grave,
Shouting in the foremost fray,

Valor's consecrated bed.
Children raised their little arms
In their country's evil day.

“Wanderer, cheer thy drooping soul,

This inspiring goblet take; “ On their country's dying bed,

Drain the deep delicious bowl,
Wives and husbands pour'd their breath;

For thy martyr'd brethren's sake."
Many a Youth and Maiden bled,
Married at thine altar, Death.?

1 An indiscriminate massacre followed the battle.

2 Two hundred self-devoted heroes from the Canton of 1 At Schaffhausen.-See Coxe's Travels.

Switz arrived, at the close of the battle, to the aid of their 2 la this miserable conflict, many of the Women and Chil- Brethren of Underwalden,—and perished to a man, after hav. dren of the Underwalders fought in the ranks by their Husbands, ing slain thrice their number. and Fathers, and Friends, and fell gloriously for their country.

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"Ha! my daughter's cheek grows pale!"

WANDERER'S WIFE. “Help! O help! my daughter dies !"


“Calm thy transports, Oh my wife! Peace! for these dear orphans' sake!"

WANDERER'S WIFE. “Oh my joy, my hope, my life, Oh my child, my child, awake!"

“ 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,
Lions rallying round their den,
Albert and his warriors stood;
We were few, but we were men.
“ Breast to breast we fought the ground,
Arm to arm repell’d the foe;
Every motion was a wound,
And a death was every blow.
« Thus the clouds of sunset beam
Warmer with expiring light;
Thus autumnal meteors stream
Redder through the darkening night.
“ Miracles our champions wrought
Who their dying deeds shall tell !
Oh how gloriously they fought!
How triumphantly they fell!
“ One by one gave up the ghost,
Slain, not conquerd,--they died free.
Albert stood,-himself an host :
Last of all the Swiss was he.

“ God! Oh God, whose goodness gives;
God! whose wisdom takes away-
Spare my child."

“ She lives, she lives!

WANDERER. “ Lives ?-my daughter, didst thou say?

God Almighty, on my knees,
In the dust will I adore
Thine unsearchable decrees;
- She was dead :-she lives once more.

“When poor Albert died, no prayer
Called him back to hated life:
Oh that I had perish'd there,
Not his widow, but his wife !"

“So, when night with rising shade
Climbs the Alps from steep to steep,
Till, in hoary gloom array'd,
All the giant mountains sleep.
“ High in heaven their monarch' stands,
Bright and beauteous from afar,
Shining unto distant lands
Like a new-created star.

that tumble from the tops of the Alps, and deluge all the country before them.

1 Mont Blanc; which is so much higher than the surrounding Alps, that it catches and retains the beams of the sun twenty minutes earlier and later than they, and, crowned with eternal ice, may be seen from an immense distance, purpling with his eastern light, or crimsoned with his setting glory while mist and obscurity rest on the mountains below

WANDERER. “ Dare my daughter thus repine ? Albert, answer from above; Tell me,-are these infants thine, Whom their mother does not love?"

WANDERER'S DAUGHTER. “ Does not love !-my father, hear; Hear me, or my heart will break; Dear is life, but only dear For my parents', children's sake.

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