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And fwinging it rudely, top rudely, alas!
And fuch, I exclaim'd, is the pitilefs part
Some act hy the delicate mind,
Already to forrow relign'd.
This elegant Rofe, had I shaken it lefs,
Might have hloom'd with its owner awhile!
And the tear that is wip'd with a little addrefs,
The Duchess of Devonshife.
THE PASSAGE OF
MOUNT ST. GOTHARD,
iA ount St. Gothard is a Mountain of the Alps, and one of the highest in Switzerland; said hy some to he 17,000 Feet ahove the Level ot the Sea, though others say it does not exceed 10,000.
"5£"e plains, where three-fold harvests prefs the ground,
Ve climes, where genial gales incessant fwell,
Still may thy year in fullest fplendor shine!
To thee, a parent, sister, I consign,
And wing'd with health, I woo thy gale» to blow.
Yet pleas'd, Helvetia's rugged brows I fee,
Pleas'd with a people, honest, brave, and free,
I wander where Telino madly flows,
From cliff to cliff in foaming eddies tost;
On the rude mountain's barren breast he rofe.
His lhores, neat huts and verdant pastures sill,
And hills, where woods of pine the storms defy; While, fcorning vegetation, hichrr still,
Rife the bare rocks co-eval with the (ky. Upon his banks a favour'd fpot I found,
Where ihade and beauty tempted to repofe: Within a grove, by mountains circled round,
By rocks o'erhung, my rustic feat I chofe. Advancing thence, by gentle pace and Oow,
Unconfcious of the way my footsteps prest, Sudden, fupported by the hills below,
St. Gothard's fummit rofe above the rest. 'Midst towering cliffs, and tracks of endlefs cold,
TV industrious path pervades the rugged stone, And feems—Helvetia, let thy toils be told—
A granite girdle o'er the mountain thrown.
No haunt of man the weary traveller greets,
No vegetation fmiles upon the moor, Save where the flow'ret breathes uncultur'd fweets,
Save where the patient Monk receives the poor.
Yet let not thefe rude paths be coldly trac'd,
Let not thefe wilds with listlefs steps be trod, - Here fragrance fcorns not to perfume the waste,
Here Charity uplifts the mind to God, His humble board the holy man prepares,
And simple food, and wholefome lore bestows,
And paints the perils of impending fnows.
Where frequent crosses mark the traveller's fate, In flow procession moves the merchant band,
And silent bends, where tottering ruins wait. Vet 'midst thofe ridges, 'midst that drifted fnow,
Can Nature deign her wonders to difplay; Here Adularia lhines with vivid glow,
And gemsofchrystal fparkle to the day. Here too, the hoary mountain's brow to grace,
Five silver lakes, in tranquil state are feen; While from their waters, many a stream we trace,
That 'fcap'd from bondage, roll the rocks between.
Here flows the Reuse to seek her wedded love,
Her stream I mark'd, and faw her wildly move
My weary footsteps hop'd for rest in vain,
At length I paus'd above a fertile plain
Fair runs the streamlet o'er the pasture green,
Sweet vale! whofe bofom, wastes and cliffs furround,
Emblem of life! where fome bright hours are found Amidst the darkest, dreariest years of care.
Delv'd thro' the rock, the fecret passage bends;
And beauteous horror strikes the dazzled sight; Beneath the pendant bridge the stream defcends,
Calm, till it tumbles o'er the frowning height.
We v.iew she fearful pafs; We wind along •'
'Midst beetling rocks, and hanging woods among,
Weary at length ferener fcenes we hail— ., ..';
More cultur'd groves o'erfhade the grassy meads, The neut, tho' wooden hamlets, deck the vale,
And AJtorf's fpires recall heroic deeds. But tho' no more amidst thofe fcenes I roam, . • ^
My fancy long each image fhall retain— The flock returning to its welcome home,
And the wild carol of the cowherd's strain. '' Lucernia's lake its glassy furface fliews,
Whilst Nature's varied beauties deck its side; Here rocks and woods its narrow waves inclofe,
And there its fpreading bofom opens wide. And hail the chapel! hail the platform wild!
Where Teil directed the avenging dart, With well-strung arm, that first preferv'd his child,
Then wing'd the arrow to the tyrant's heart.
Acrofs the lake, and deep emhower'd in wood,
Behold another hallow'd chapel stands, Where three Swifs heroes lawlefs force withstood,
And stamp'd the Freedom of their native land.
Then Liherty requir'd no rites uncouth,
No hlood demanded, and no flaves enchain' d;
Her rule was gentle and her voice was truth,
We quit the lake—and cultivation's toil,
With Nature's charms comhin'd, adorns the way
And well-earn'd wealth improves the ready foil,
Farewel, Helvetia ! from whofe lofty hreast,
Where fource of streams, eternal glaciers rest,
Oft on thy rocks the wond'ring eyes fhall gaze,
There, Nature's hand he* holdest work difplays,
Kope of my life! dear Children of my heart!
That anxious heart, to each fond feeling true, To you still pants each pleafure to impart,
And more, oh tranfport! reach its Home and You