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“ Star of Switzerland! whose rays
“In innumerable waves, Shed such sweet expiring light,
Swoln with fury, grim with blood,
Headlong roll'd the hordes of slaves,
And ingulf'd us with a flood. “Star of Switzerland! thy fame
“ In the whirlpool of that food, No recording bard hath sung :
Firm in fortitude divine,
Like th' eternal rocks we stood,
In the cataract of the Rhine. " While the lingering moon delay'd
« Till by tenfold force assail'd,
In a hurricane of fire,
When at length our pbalanx fail'd,
Then our courage blazed the higher.
“ Broken into feeble bands, “Gallia's tigers, wild for blood,
Fighting in dissever'd parts,
Weak and weaker grew our hands,
Strong and stronger still our hearts.
“ Fierce amid the loud alarms, “By the trumpet's voice alarm'd,
Shouting in the foremost fray,
Children raised their little arms
In their country's evil day.
“On their country's dying bed,
Wives and husbands pour'd their breath; * The French made their first attack on the valley of Underwalden from the lake: but, after a desperate con
Many a youth and maiden bled, flict, they were victoriously repelled, and two of their
Married at thine altar, Death. vessels, containing five hundred men, perished in the engagement.
† In the last and decisive battle, the Underwalders At Schaffhausen.-See Coxe's Travels. were overpowered by two French armies, which rushed † In this miserable conflict, many of the women and upon them from the opposite mountains, and surrounded children of the Underwalders fought in the ranks by their their camp, while an assault, at the same time, was made husbands, and fathers, and friends, and fell gloriously for upon them' from the lake.
| their country.
“ Wildly scatter'd o'er the plain,
“ Hail !--all bail! the patriot's grave, Slain on those your prowess slew :
Valour's venerable bed :
Hail! the memory of the brave, “ Who shall now your deeds relate?
Hail ! the spirits of the dead.
“ Time their triumphs shall proclaim, But rejoicing in your own.
And their rich reward be this,
Immortality of famo, “ Virtue, valour, naught availa
Immortality of bliss."
“On that melancholy plain,
In that conflict of despair, “ Cold and keen th' assassin's blade
How was noble Albert slain?
How didst thou, old warrior, fare?”
“ In the agony of strife, “Underwalden thus expired;
Where the heart of battle bled,
Where his country lost her life,
Glorious Albert bow'd his head.
When our phalanx broke away, “ From the steeps beyond the lake,
And our stoutest soldiers fell,
Where the dark rocks dimm'd the day, When the huge lavanges break,
Scowling o'er the deepest dell;
“ There, like lions old in blood, “ Down they rush'd with headlong might,
Lions rallying round their den,
Albert and his warriors stood;
We were few, but we were men. Death and silence all behind.
“ Breast to breast we fought the ground, 6 How the forest of the foe
Arm to arm repell’d the foe ;
Every motion was a wound,
And a death was every blow.
“ Thus the clouds of sunset beam “ Thus they hew'd their dreadful way;
Warmer with expiring light;
Thus autumnal meteors stream
Redder through the darkening night The AVENGERS OF THE FIELD."
“ Miracles our champions wrought
Who their dying deeds shall tell! PART IV.
O how gloriously they fought!
How triumphantly they fell! The Wanderer relates the circumslances alcending the death of Albert.
« One by one gave up the ghost,
Slain, not conquer'd,—they died free. SHEPHERD.
Albert stood,-himself a host: * PLEDGE the memory of the brave,
Last of all the Swiss was he.
“So, when night with rising shade Pledge the venerable grave,
Climbs the Alps from steep to steep Valour's consecrated bed.
Till, in hoary gloom array'd, “ Wanderer, cheer thy drooping soul,
All the giant mountains sleep ;
“ High in heaven their monarch* stands, Drain the deep delicious bowl,
Bright and beauteous from afar,
Shining unto distant lands
Like a new-created star.
& An indiscriminate massacre followed the battle.
+ I'wo hundred self-devoted heroes from the canton of Mont Blanc; which is so much higher than the surSwitz arrived, at the close of the battle, to the aid of their rounding Alps, that it catches and retains the beains of britbren of Underwalden; and perished to a man, after the sun troenty minutes earlier and later than they, and, having slain thrice their number.
crowned with eternal ice, may be seen from an immense The la vanges are tremendous urrents of melting snow distance purpling with his eastern light, or crimsoned what tumble from the tops of the Alps, and deluge all the with his setting glory while mist and obscurity rest on the country before them
“ 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."
“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,
On my lips he did resign;
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.”
WANDERER. “Mother, widow, mourner, all,
All kind names in one,- my child; On thy faithful neck I fall;
Kiss me,-are we reconciled ?”
WANDERER'S DAUGHTER. “ Yes, to Albert I appeal:
Albert, answer from above, That my father's breast may feel
All his daughter's heart of love."
“ Man of suffering ! such a tale
Would bring tears from marble eyes !"
SHEPHERD'S WIFE. “ Faint and wayworn as they be
With the day's long journey, sire, Let thy pilgrim family
Now with me to rest retire."