"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." SHEPHERD. "Man of suffering! such a tale Would bring 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, O my wife! Peace! for these dear orphans' sake!" WANDERER'S WIFE. "O my joy, my hope, my life, O my child, my child, awake!". WANDERER. "God! O God, whose goodness gives; God! whose wisdom takes awaySpare my child." SHEPHERD. "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." WANDERER'S DAUGHTER. "When poor Albert died, no prayer Call'd him back to hated life: O that I had perish'd there, WANDERER. "Dare my daughter thus repine? WANDERER'S DAUGHTER. For my parents', children's sake. "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." 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, änswer from above, That my father's breast may feel All his daughter's heart of love." 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." WANDERER. "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 eyelids closeDream of Paradise to-night." PART V. The Wanderer, being left alone with the shepherd, relates his adventures after the battle of Underwalden. SHEPHERD. "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." WANDERER. "On the fatal field I lay, Till the hour when twilight pale, 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 WANDERER. "Wrath in silence heaps his store, To confound the guilty foe; But the thunder will not roar Till the flash has struck the blow. "Vengeance, vengeance will not stay: "From the Revolution's flood Shall a fiery dragon start; He shall drink his mother's blood, He shall eat his father's heart. "Nurst by anarchy and crime, He-but distance mocks my sight, O thou great avenger, TIME! Bring thy strangest birth to light." SHEPHERD. "Prophet! thou hast spoken well, And I deem thy words divine: Now the mournful sequel tell Of thy country's woes and thine." WANDERER. "Though the moon's bewilder'd bark, By the midnight tempest tost, In a sea of vapours dark, In a gulf of clouds was lost; "Still my journey I pursued, Climbing many a weary steep, Whence the closing scene I view'd With an eye that could not weep. "Stantz-a melancholy pyre And her hamlets blazed behind, With ten thousand tongues of fire Writhing, raging in the wind.* "Flaming piles, where'er I turn'd, Cast a grim and dreadful light; Like funereal lamps they burn'd In the sepulchre of night; "While the red illumined flood, With a hoarse and hollow roar, Seem'd a lake of living blood, Wildly weltering on the shore. "Midst the mountains far away, "At the sight my brain was fired, And afresh my heart's wounds bled; Still I gazed:the spark expiredNature seem'd extinct:-I fled. The town of Stantz, and the surrounding villages, were burnt by the French on the night after the battle of Underwalden, and the beautifu valley was converted into a wilderness. "Fled; and, ere the noon of day, Reach'd the lonely goat-herd's nest, Where my wife, my children layHusband-father-think the rest." PART VI. The Wanderer informs the shepherd that, after the example of many of his countrymen flying from the tyranny of France, it is his intention to settle in some remote province of America. SHEPHERD. "WANDERER, whither wouldst thou roam; WANDERER. "In the twilight of my day, I am hastening to the West; There my weary limbs to lay, Where the sun retires to rest. "Far beyond th' Atlantic floods, Stretch'd beneath the evening sky, Realms of mountains, dark with woods, In Columbia's bosom lie. "There, in glens and caverns rude, Where a slave was never known, "Thither, thither would I roam; I for them will find a home, On a human breast before ; "Yet in sweet communion there, SHEPHERD. "Long before thy sun descend, May thy woes and wanderings cease. Late and lovely be thine end; "As our lakes, at day's decline, Brighten through the gathering gloom, May thy latest moments shine Through the nightfall of the tomb." WANDERER. "Though our parents perish'd here, And beyond the roaring main "Mountains, can ye chain the will? Ocean, canst thou quench the heart! No; I feel my country still, LIBERTY! Where'er thou art. "Thus it was in hoary time, When our fathers sallied forth, Full of confidence sublime, From the famine-wasted North.* "Freedom, in a land of rocks "Thus they pray'd;-a sacred hand And their ashes to the soil. "Thence their ardent labours spread, Till above the mountain snows Towering beauty show'd her head, And a new creation rose! "So, in regions wild and wide, We will pierce the savage woods, Clothe the rocks in purple pride, Plough the valleys, tame the floods; "Till a beauteous inland isle, By a forest sea embraced, Shall make desolation smile In the depth of his own waste. There is a tradition among the Swiss, that they are descended from the ancient Scandinavians; among whom, in a remote age, there arose so grievous a famine, that it was determined in the assembly of the nation, that every tenth man and his family should quit their country, and seek a new possession. Six thousand, chosen by lot, thus emigrated at once from the North. They prayed to God to conduct them to a land like their own, where they might dwell in freedom and quiet, finding food for their families, and pasture for their cattle. God, says the tradi tion, led them to a valley among the Alps, where they cleared away the forests, built the town of Switz, and afterwards peopled and cultivated the cantons of Uri and Underwalden. "There, unenvied and unknown, We shall dwell secure and free, In a country all our own, In a land of liberty." SHEPHERD. "Yet the woods, the rocks, the streams, "And thy native country's song, "How will thy poor cheek turn pale, And thine own sweet cottage rise !" WANDERER. "By the glorious ghost of TELL; "Soul of Switzerland, arise! -Ha! the spell has waked the dead: From her ashes to the skies Switzerland exalts her head. "See the queen of mountains stand In immortal mail complete, With the lightning in her hand, And the Alps beneath her feet. "Hark! her voice: My sons, awake: Freedom dawns, behold the day: From the bed of bondage break, 'Tis your mother calls,-obey.' "At the sound, our fathers' graves, On each ancient battle-plain, Utter groans, and toss like waves When the wild blast sweeps the main. "Rise, my brethren! cast away All the chains that bind you slaves: Rise, your mother's voice obey, And appease your fathers' graves. "Strike!-the conflict is begun ; Freemen, soldiers, follow me. Shout! the victory is won,SWITZERLAND AND LIBERTY!" SHEPHERD. "Warrior, warrior, stay thine arm ! Sheathe, O sheathe thy frantic sword!" WANDERER. "Ah! I rave-I faint-the charm Flies, and memory is restored. "Yes, to agony restored From the too transporting charm:Sleep for ever, O my sword! Be thou wither'd, O mine arm! |