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* 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,

Armid 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. “There my life, a silent stream,

“Albert from the council came Glid along, yet seer'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 flame; 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 Fighting 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.? I Brunden, 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 message, 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 plains 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, cored 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 Swiss derwalden, repeatedly repulsed the invading army of France. were repeatedly compelled to retire from the attack, till a native

3 B, the resistance of these small cantong, the French Gene- of Underwalden, named Arnold 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 nolemn 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 econy came suddenly upon them with an immense force; and the Austrians with a terrible slaughter. with threats of extermination compelled then 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


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“ 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 fled 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!”

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SHEPHERD. "By the lightning's deadly fash Would her foes had been consumed ! Or amidst the earthquake's crash Suddenly, alive, entomb'd! “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 :-
“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


“Ah! it was not thus to be!"

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,
As the Gauls approach'd our shores,

1 The French made their first attack on the valley of Under Keels that darken'd all the tide,

walden from the Lake: but, after a desperate conflict, they

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

five huodred 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 bern from Awaited the attack of the enemy.

the opposite mountains, and surtounded ibeir camp, while an 1 The Capital of l'nderwalden.

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

“ In that valley, on that shore,

Wildly scatter'd o'er the plain, When the graves give up their dead,

Bloodier still the battle grew; At the trumpet's voice once more

Oh ye Spirits of the slain, Shall those slumberers quit their bed.

Slain on those your prowess slew : * For the glen that gave them birth

Who shall now your deeds relate ? Hides their ashes in its womb:

Ye that fell unwept, unknown; Oh! 't is venerable earth,

Mourning for your country's fate, Freedom's cradle, Freedom's tomb.

But rejoicing in your own. "Then on every side begun

“ Virtue, valor, nought avail'd That unutterable fight;

With so merciless a foe; Never rose the astonish'd sun

When the nerves of heroes fail'd, On so horrible a sight.

Cowards then could strike a blow. "Once an eagle of the rock

“ Cold and keen the assassin's blade ('T was an omen of our fate)

Smote the father to the ground; Stoop'd, and from my scatter'd flock

Through the infant's breast convey'd Bore & lambkin to his mate.

To the mother's heart a wound.' " While the Parents fed their young,

“ Underwalden thus expired; Lo! a cloud of vultures lean,

But at her expiring flame, By voracious famine stung,

With fraternal feeling fired, Wildly screaming, rush'd between.

Lo, a band of Switzers came.? “ Fiercely fought the eagle-twain,

“ From the steeps beyond the lake, Though by multitudes opprest,

Like a Winter's weight of snow, Till their little ones were slain,

When the huge Lavanges break, Till they perish'd on their nest.

Devastating all below;' " More unequal was the fray

“ Down they rush'd with headlong might, Which our band of brethren waged ;

Swifter than the panting wind; More insatiate o'er their prey

All before them fear and flight, Gaul's remorseless vultures raged.

Death and silence all behind.

“ How the forest of the foe • In innumerable waves,

Bow'd before the thunder-strokes,
Swoln with fury, grim with blood,

When they laid the cedars low,
Headlong rollid the hordes of slaves,
And ingulf'd us with a flood.

When they overwhelm'd the oaks.

“ Thus they hew'd their dreadful way; • In the whirlpool of that flood,

Till, by nuinbers forced to yield, Firm in fortitude divine,

Terrible in death they lay,
Like the eternal rocks we stood,

In the cataract of the Rhine.'
“Till by tenfold force assaila,
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; "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 A: Schaffhausen.-Soe Coxe's Travels.

Switz arrived, at the close of the battle, to the aid of their 2 In this miserable conflict, many of the Women and Chil- Brethren of Underwalden,--and perished to a man, after havdren 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.

3 The Lavanges are tremendous torrents of melting snow


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« While I struggled through the fight,
Albert was my sword and shield;
Till strange horror quench'd my sight,
And I fainted on the field.
“Slow awakening from that trance,
When my soul return'd to day,
Vanish'd were the fiends of France,
-But in Albert's blood I lay.
Slain for me, his dearest breath
On my lips he did resign;
Slain for me, he snatch'd his death
From the blow that menaced mine.
“ He had raised his dying head,
And was gazing on my face;
As I woke,—the spirit fled,
But I felt his last embrace."

Man of suffering ! such a tale
Would wring tears from marble eyes!"

WANDERER. “Ha! my daughter's cheek grows pale!"

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

WANDERER. “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!"


“ 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 !"

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

" 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.

“On that melancholy plain,
In that conflict of despair,
How was noble Albert slain?
How didst thou, old Warrior, fare?”

* In the agony of strife,
Where the heart of battle bled,
Where his country lost her life,
Glorious Albert bow'd his head.
“ 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 repellid 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 conquer'd, -they died free.
Albert stood,-himself an host :
Last of all the Swiss was he.
“ 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 earber 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 setung glory, while mist and obscurity rest on the mountains below.

“ Bow'd to Heaven's mysterious will,
I am worthy yet of you ;
Yes! I am a mother still,
Though I feel a widow too."

• Mother, Widow, Mourner, all,
All kind names in one,—my child ;
On thy faithful neck I fall;
Kiss me,-are we reconciled ?”

• Yes, to Albert I appeal :
Albert, answer from above,


father's breast may feel All his daughter's heart of love."

Many a mother, in despair, Turning up the ghastly slain, Sought her son, her hero there, Whom she long'd to seek in vain. “Dark the evening shadows rollid On the eye that gleam'd in death ; And the evening dews fell cold On the lip that gasp'd for breath. “ As I gazed, an ancient dame, -She was childless by her look,With refreshing cordials came; Of her bounty I partook. “ Then, with desperation bold, Albert's precious corpse I bore On these shoulders weak and old, Bow'd with misery before. “ Albert's angol gave me strength, As I stagger'd down the glen; And hid my charge at length In its wildest, deepest den.

“Then, returning through the shade To the battle-scene, I sought, 'Mongst the slain, an ax and spade; With such weapons FREEMEN fought. “Scythes for swords our youth did wield, In that execrable strife: Plowshares in that horrid field Bled with slaughter, breathed with life.

“ In a dark and lonely cave,
While the glimmering moon arose,
Thus I dug my Albert's grave ;
There his hallow'd limbs repose.

“Tears then, tears too long represt,
Gush'd :--they fell like healing balm,
Till the whirlwind in my breast,
Died into a dreary calm.

« On the fresh earth's humid bed, Where my martyr lay enshrined, This forlorn, unhappy head, Crazed with anguish, I reclined.

“ But while o'er my weary eyes Soothing slumbers seem'd to creep, Forth I sprang, with strange surprise, From the clasping arms of sleep.

* Faint and wayworn as they be
With the day's long journey, Sire,
Let thy pilgrim family
Now with me to rest retire."


“ Yes, the hour invites to sleep;
Till the morrow we must part:
-Nay, my daughter, do not weep,
Do not weep and break my heart.
“Sorrow-soothing sweet repose
On your peaceful pillows light;
Angel-hands your eye-lids close-
Dream of Paradise to-night.”


The Wanderer, being left alone with the Shepherd,

relates his Adventures after the Battle of Underwalden.

* When the good man yields his breath
(For the good man never dies),
Bright, beyond the gulf of death,
Lo! the land of promise lies.
" Peace to Albert's awful shade,
In that land where sorrows cease ;
And to Albert's ashes, laid
In the earth's cold bosom, peace."

"On the fatal field I lay,
Till the hour when twilight palo,
Like the ghost of dying day,
Wander'd down the darkening vale.
"Then in agony I rose,
And with horror look'd around,
Where, embracing friends and foes,
Dead and dying, strew'd the ground.
“Many a widow fix'd her eye,
Weeping, where her husband bled,
Heedless, though her babe was by,
Prattling to his father dead.

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** Ha! my Son-my Son,' I cried,

Wherefore hast thou left thy grave ?' -Fly, my Father,' he replied ; Save my wife-my children save.' “ In the passing of a breath This tremendous scene was o'er : Darkness shut the gates of Death, Silence seal'd them as before.

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