A harp that tuneful prelude made The measure, simple truth to tell, When silent were both voice and chords, It was a breezy hour of eve; And pinnacle and spire But, where we stood, the setting sun Not always is the heart unwise, If even a passing Stranger sighs Such feeling pressed upon my soul, By one soft trickling tear that stole Fresh from the beauty and the bliss V. AFTER VISITING THE FIELD OF WATERLOO. A WINGED Goddess--clothed in vesture wrought Hovered in air above the far-famed Spot. Sank in our hearts, we felt as men should feel VI. BETWEEN NAMUR AND LIEGE. WHAT lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose? Is this the stream, whose cities, heights, and plains, War's favourite playground, are with crimson stains Familiar, as the Morn with pearly dews? IN A CARRIAGE, UPON THE BANKS OF THE AMID this dance of objects sadness steals Beneath her vine-leaf crown the green Earth reels: Backward, in rapid evanescence, wheels Her summer's faithful joy-that still is mine, X. HYMN, FOR THE BOATMEN, AS THEY APPROACH THE JESU! bless our slender Boat, By the current swept along; Loud its threatenings-let them not Drown the music of a song Breathed thy mercy to implore, Where these troubled waters roar ! Saviour, for our warning, seen HEIDEL Bleeding on that precious Rood; Else we sleep among the dead; Guide our Bark among the waves; Through the rocks our passage smooth; Where the whirlpool frets and raves Let thy love its anger soothe : All our hope is placed in Thee; Miserere Domine! X1. THE SOURCE OF THE DANUBE. NOT, like his great Compeers, indignantly (Who loves the Cross, yet to the Crescent's gleam ARGO-exalted for that daring feat To fix in heaven her shape distinct with stars. XII. ON APPROACHING THE STAUB-BACH, LAUTERBRUNNEN. UTTERED by whom, or how inspired - designed For what strange service, does this concert reach Our ears, and near the dwellings of mankind, Witch, To chant a love-spell, never intertwined This bold, this bright, this sky-born WATER FALL! Aloys Reding, it will be remembered, was Captain-General of the Swiss forces, which, with a courage and perseverance worthy of the cause, opposed the flagitious and too successful attempt of Buonaparte to subjugate their country. AROUND a wild and woody hill We reached a votive Stone that bears Well judged the Friend who placed it there The Sun regards it from the West; And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss Till all is dim, save this bright Stone XV. COMPOSED IN ONE OF THE CATHOLIC CANTONS. The altar, to deride the fane, I love, where spreads the village lawn, Where'er we roam-along the brink Be Charity!-to bid us think, And feel, if we would know. XVI. AFTER-THOUGHT. OH Life! without thy chequered scene For faith, 'mid ruined hopes, serene? Pain entered through a ghastly breach- XVII. SCENE ON THE LAKE OF BRIENTZ. "WHAT know we of the Blest above A mortal hymn, or shaped the choir, XVIII. ENGELBERG, THE HILL OF ANGELS. Clouds do not name those Visitants; they were My ears did listen, 'twas enough to gaze; XIX. OUR LADY OF THE SNOW. MEEK Virgin Mother, more benign What eye can look upon thy shrine These crowded offerings as they hang Even these, without intent of theirs, To Thee, in this aërial cleft, And hence, O Virgin Mother mild! Even for the Man who stops not here, Nor falls that intermingling shade With gleams of fresher, purer, light; XX. EFFUSION, IN PRESENCE OF THE PAINTED TOWER OF TELL, AT ALTORF. This Tower stands upon the spot where grew the Linden Tree against which his Son is said to have been placed, when the Father's archery was put to proof under circumstances so famous in Swiss Story. WHAT though the Italian pencil wrought not here, Nor such fine skill as did the meed bestow Springs forth in presence of this gaudy show, While narrow cares their limits overflow. And snow-fed torrents, which the blaze of noon How blest the souls who when their trials come But face like that sweet Boy their mortal doom, XXI. THE TOWN OF SCHWYTZ. By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred mass and in detail. An Inscription, upon elaborately-sculptured marble lying on the ground, records that the Fort had been erected by Count Fuentes in the year 1600, during the reign of Philip the Third; and the Chapel, about twenty years after, by one of his Descendants. Marble pillars of gateways are yet standing, and a considerable part of the Chapel walls a smooth green turf has taken place of the pavement, and we could see no trace of altar or image; but everywhere something to remind one of former splendour, and of devastation and tumult. In our ascent we had passed abundance of wild vines intermingled with bushes: near the ruins were some ill tended, but growing willingly; and rock, turf, and fragments of the pile, are alike covered or the rose-coloured pink was growing in great adorned with a variety of flowers, among which beauty. While descending, we discovered on the ground, apart from the path, and at a considerable distance from the ruined Chapel, a jured by the explosion that had driven it so far statue of a Child in pure white marble, unindown the hill. "How little," we exclaimed, "are these things valued here! Could we but transport this pretty Image to our own garden!' Its HEART, and ever may the heroic Land Thy name, O SCHWYTZ, in happy freedom-Yet it seemed it would have been a pity any keep! * XXII. one should remove it from its couch in the wilderness, which may be its own for hundreds of years.-Extract from Journal. NO HFARING THE RANZ DES VACHES ON THE DREAD hour! when, upheaved by war's sul TOP OF THE PASS OF ST GOTHARD. I LISTEN-but no faculty of mine Avails those modulations to detect, Which, heard in foreign lands, the Swiss affect With tenderest passion; leaving him to pine (So fame reports) and die,-his sweet-breath'd kine Remembering, and green Alpine pastures decked With vernal flowers. Yet may we not reject XXIII. FORT FUENTES. The Ruins of Fort Fuentes form the crest of a rocky eminence that rises from the plain at the head of the lake of Como, commanding views up the Valteline, and toward the town of Chiavenna. The prospect in the latter direction is characterised by melancholy sublimity. We rejoiced at being favoured with a distinct view of those Alpine heights; not, as we had expected from the breaking up of the storm, steeped in celestial glory, yet in communion with clouds floating or stationary-scatterings from heaven. The ruin is interesting both in * Nearly 500 years (says Ebel, speaking of the French Invasion), had elapsed, when, for the first time, foreign soldiers were seen upon the frontiers of this small Canton, to impose 'Ipon it the laws of their governors. phurous blast, This sweet-visaged Cherub of Parian stone So far from the holy enclosure was cast, To couch in this thicket of brambles alone; To rest where the lizard may bask in the palm Of his half-open hand pure from blemish or And the green, gilded snake, without troubling speck; the calm Of the beautiful countenance, twine round his neck; Where haply (kind service to Piety due!) When winter the grove of its mantle bereaves, Some bird (like our own honoured redbreast) may strew The desolate Slumberer with moss and with leaves. FUENTES once harboured the good and the brave, Nor to her was the dance of soft pleasure unknown; Her banners for festal enjoyment did wave While the thrill of her fifes thro' the mountains was blown : Now gads the wild vine o'er the pathless ascent ; When the whirlwind of human destruction is O silence of Nature, how deep is thy sway, spent, Our tumults appeased, and our strifes passed away! XXIV. THE CHURCH OF SAN SALVADOR, SEEN FROM THE LAKE OF LUGANO. This Church was almost destroyed by lightning a few years ago, but the altar and the ! image of the Patron Saint were untouched. The Mount, upon the summit of which the Church is built, stands amid the intricacies of the Lake of Lugano; and is, from a hundred points of view, its principal ornament, rising to the height of 2000 feet, and, on one side, nearly perpendicular. The ascent is toilsome; but the traveller who performs it will be amply rewarded. Splendid fertility, rich woods and dazzling waters, seclusion and confinement of view contrasted with sealike extent of plain fading into the sky; and this again, in an opposite quarter, with an horizon of the loftiest and boldest Alps-unite in composing a prospect more diversified by magnificence, beauty, and sublimity, than perhaps any other point in Europe, of so inconsiderable an elevation, commands. THOU Sacred Pile! whose turrets rise On Horeb's top, on Sinai, deigned Why leap the fountains from their cells Cliffs, fountains, rivers, seasons, times- Glory, and patriotic Love, And all the Pomps of this frail "spot Which men call Earth," have yearned to seek, Associate with the simply meek, Of fainting hopes and backward wills, XXV. THE ITALIAN ITINERANT, AND THE SWISS GOATHERD. PART I. Now that the farewell tear is dried, *Arnold Winkelried, at the battle of Sempach, broke an Austrian phalanx in this manner, Hope be thy guide, adventurous Boy; The graceful form of milk-white Steed, My Song, encouraged by the grace That beams from his ingenuous face, To prophesy a golden lot; Due recompence, and safe return Shall tend, with his own dark-eyed Maid, As with a rapture caught from heaven- PART II. I. WITH nodding plumes, and lightly drest |