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· 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 th' eternal snows, Underwalden was the heart.*

Those who loved us,-those beloved.* « In the valley of their birth,

“ Then our cottage we forsook ; Where our guardian mountains stand;

Yet as down the steeps we pass'd, In the eye of heaven and earth,

Many an agonizing look Met the warriors of our land.

Homeward o'er the hills we cast. “ Like their sires in olden time,

“Now we reach'd the nether glen, Arm'd they met in stern debate;

Where in arms our brethren lay; While in every breast sublime

Thrice five hundred fearless men, Glow'd the spirit of the state.

Men of adamant were they! “Gallia's menace fired their blood :

“ Nature's bulwarks, built by time, With one heart and voice they rose;

'Gainst eternity to stand, Hand in hand the heroes stood,

Mountains, terribly sublime,
And defied their faithless foes.

Girt the camp on either band.
“ Then to heaven, in calm despair,
As they turn’d the tearless eye,

“ Dim behind, the valley brake

Into rocks that sed from view;
By their country's wrongs they sware
With their country's rights to die.

Fair in front the gleaming lake

Roll'd its waters bright and blue. u Albert from the council came

“Midst the hamlets of the dale, (My poor daughter was his wife; All the valley loved his name;

Stantz,t with simple grandeur crown'd,

Seem'd the mother of the vale,
Albert was my staff of life.)

With her children scatter'd round.
“ From the council field he came:
All his noble visage burn'd;

“ Midst the ruins of the dale At his look I caught the flame;

Now she bows her hoary head,
At his voice my youth return'd.

Like the widow of the vale “ Fire from heaven my heart renew'd,

Weeping o'er her children dead.
Vigour beat through every vein ;

“ Happier then had been her fate, All the powers, that age had hew'd,

Ere she fell by such a fne,
Started into strength again.

Had an earthquake sunk her state, “ Sudden from my couch I sprang,

Or ihe lightning laid her low !"
Every limb to lise restored;

With the bound my cottage rang,

“ By the lightning's deadly flash As I snatch'd my fathers' sword.

Would her foes had been consumed ! “ This the weapon they did wield

Or amidst the earthquake's crash
On Morgarthen's dreadful day;

Suddenly, alive, entomb'd!
And through Sempach'st iron field
This the ploughshare of their way.

“Why did justice not prevail ?” “ Then, my spouse! in vain thy fears

Strove my fury to restrain;

“Ah! it was not thus to be!"
O my daughter! all thy tears,
All thy children's, were in vain.

“ Man of grief! pursue thy tale purport; but no sooner had they disarmed, on the faith of To the death of liberty." this engagement, than the enemy came suddenly upon them with an immense force; and with threats of extermination compelled them to take the civic oath to the new constitution, imposed upon all Switzerland.

PART III. * The inhabitants of the lower valley of Underwalden alone resisted the French message, which required sub- The Wanderer continues his narrative, and describes the mission to the new constitution, and the immediate sur

battle and massacre of Underwalden. render, alive or dead, of nine of their leaders. When the

WANDERER. demand, accompanied by a menace of destruction, was read in the assembly of the district, all the men of the “ From the valley we descried, valley, fifteen hundred in number, look up arms, and As the Gauls approach'd our shores, devoted themselves to perish in the ruins of their country.

Keels that darken'd all the tide, † At the battle of Sempach, the Austrians presented so impenetrable a front with their projected spears, that the

Tempesting the lake with oars. Swiss were repeatedly compelled to retire from the allack, till a native of Underwalden, named Arnold de Winkelried, * Many of the Underwalders, on the approach of the commending his family to his countrymen, sprung upon French army, removed their families and cattle among the enemy, and burying as many of their spears as he the higher Alps; and themselves returned to join their could grasp in his body, made a breach in their line; the brethren, who had encamped in their native valley, on the Swiss rushed in, and routed the Austrians with a terrible borders of the lake, and awaited the attack of the enemy. slaughter.

+ The capital of Underwalden.


" Then the mountain echoes rang

“ In that valley, on that shore,
With the clangour of alarms :

When the graves give up their dead,
Shrill the signal trumpet sang;

At the trumpet's voice once more
All our warriors leapt to arms.

Shall those slumberers quit their bed.
“ On the margin of the flood,

“ For the glen that gave them birth
While the frantic foe drew nigh,

Hides their ashes in its womb :
Grim as watching wolves we stood,

0! 'tis venerable earth,
Prompt as eagles stretch'd to fly.

Freedom's cradle, freedom's tomb. « In a deluge upon land

“ Then on every side begun
Burst their overwhelming might;

That unutterable fight;
Back we hurld them from the strand,

Never rose th' astonishid sun
Oft returning to the fight.

On so horrible a sight.
“ Fierce and long the combat held-

“Once an eagle of the rock Till the waves were warm with blood,

('Twas an omen of our fate)
Till the booming waters swellia

Stoop'd, and from my scatter'd flock
As they sank beneath the flood.*

Bore a lambkin to his mate.
“For on that triumphant day

“ While the parents fed their young,
Underwalden's arms once more

Lo! a cloud of vultures lean,
Broke oppression's black array,

By voracious famine stung,
Dash'd invasion from her shore.

Wildly screaming, rush'd between.
“Gaul's surviving barks retired,

“ Fiercely fought the eagle-twain,
Muttering vengeance as they fled;

Though by multitudes opprest,
Hope in us, by conquest fired,

Till their little ones were slain,
Raised our spirits from the dead.

Till they perish'd on their nest.
“ From the dead our spirits rose,

• More unequal was the fray To the dead they soon return'd;

Which our band of brethren waged ;
Bright, on its eternal close,

More insatiate o'er their prey
Underwalden's glory burn'd.

Gaul's remorseless vultures raged. “Star of Switzerland! whose rays

“ In innumerable waves, Shed such sweet expiring light,

Swoln with fury, grim with blood,
Ere the Gallic comet's blaze

Headlong rolld the hordes of slaves,
Swept thy beauty into night :-

And ingulf'd us with a flood. “Star of Switzerland! thy fame

“ In the whirlpool of that flood, No recording bard hath sung;

Firm in fortitude divine,
Yet be thine immortal name

Like th' eternal rocks we stood,
Inspiration to my tongue !|

In the cataract of the Rhine.* “ While the lingering moon delay'd

“ Till by tenfold force assail'd, In the wilderness of night,

In a hurricane of fire,
Ere the morn awoke the shade

When at length our phalanx fail'd,
Into loveliness and light:-

Then our courage blazed the higher.

« Broken into feeble bands, “Gallia's tigers, wild for blood,

Fighting in dissever'd parts,
Darted on our sleeping fold:

Weak and weaker grew our hands,
Down the mountains, o’er the flood,
Dark as thunder clouds they rollid.

Strong and stronger still our hearts.

“ Fierce amid the loud alarms, “ By the trumpet's voice alarm’d,

Shouting in the foremost fray,
All the valley burst awake;

Children raised their little arms
All were in a moment arm's,

In their country's evil day.
From the barriers to the lake.

“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 conflich, 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.

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“ Wildly scatter'd o'er the plain,

Bloodier still the battle grew ;-
O ye spirits of the slain,

“ Hail !-all hail! the patriot's grave,

Valour's venerable bed :
Slain on those your prowess slew :

Hail! the memory of the brave,
“Who shall now your deeds relate?

Hail! the spirits of the dead.
Ye that fell unwept, unknown;
Mourning for your country's fate,

6 Time their triumphs shall proclaim,
But rejoicing in your own.

And their rich reward be this,

Immortality of fam",
“ Virtue, valour, naught availa

Immortality of bliss."
With so merciless a foe;
When the nerves of heroes fail'd,
Cowards then could strike a blow.

“ On that melancholy plain,

In that conflict of despair,
“ Cold and keen th' assassin's blade

How was noble Albert slain ?
Smote the father to the ground;

How didst thou, old warrior, fare ?”
Through the infant's breast convey'd
To the mother's heart a wound.*

“Underwalden thus expired;

• In the agony of strise,

Where the heart of battle bled,
But at her expiring flame,
With fraternal feeling fired,

Where his country lost her life,

Glorious Albert bow'd his head,
Lo, a band of Switzers came.t

“ When our phalanx broke away,
“ From the steeps beyond the lake,

And our stoutest soldiers fell,
Like a winter's weight of snow,

Where the dark rocks dimm'd the day,
When the huge lavanges break,

Scowling o'er the deepest dell;
Devastating all below.
“ Down they rush'd with headlong might,

“ There, like lions old in blood,
Swifter than the panting wind;

Lions rallying round their den,

Albert and his warriors stood;
All before them fear and flight,

We were few, but we were men.
Death and silence all behind.

“ Breast to breast we fought the ground,
“ How the forest of the foe
Bow'd before the thunder strokes,

Arm to arm repellid the foe;

Every motion was a wound,
When they laid the cedars low,

And a death was every blow.
When they overwhelm'd the oaks.

“ Thus the clouds of sunset beam
“ Thus they hew'd their dreadful way;

Warmer with expiring light;
'Till, by numbers forced to yield,

Thus autumnal meteors stream
Terrible in death they lay,

Redder through the darkening night.

“Miracles our champions wrought

Who their dying deeds shall tell !

O how gloriously they fought!

How triumphantly they fell! The Wanderer relates the circumstances attending the death of Albert.

“ One by one gave up the ghost,

Slain, not conquer'd,- they died free.

Albert stood,-himself a host: “ PLEDGE the memory of the brave,

Last of all the Swiss was he.
And the spirits of the dead;

“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 ;
This inspiring goblet take;

“ High in heaven their monarch® stands, Drain the deep delicious bowl,

Bright and beauteous from afar,
For thy martyr'd brethren's sake.

Shining unto distant lands

Like a new-created star. * An indiscriminate massacre followed the battle.

+ Two hundred self-devoted beroes from the canton of * Mont Blanc; which is so much higher than the sur. Switz arrived, at the close of the battle, to the aid of their rounding Alps, that it catches and retains the beams of brethren of Underwalden; and perished to a man, after the sun tudenty minutes earlier and later than they, and, having slain thrice their number.

crowned with eternal ice, may be seen from an immense # The lavanges are tremendous torrents of melting snow distance purpling with his eastern light, or crimsoned that lumble from the tops of the Alps, and deluge all the with his setting glory while mist and obscurity rest on the country before them.

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“ 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, 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."

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."

SHEPHERD. “ 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.”

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