LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, Our enemy's, but let not that forbid Honour to Marceau! o'er whose early tomb Tears, big tears, gush'd from the rough soldier's lid, Lamenting and yet envying such a doom, Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume. LVII. Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career,- On such as wield her weapons: he had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.12 Here Ehrenbreitstein, LVIII. with her shatter'd wall, Black with the miner's blast, upon her height Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball Rebounding idly on her strength did light; A tower of victory! from whence the flight Of baffled foes was watch'd along the plain: But peace destroy'd what war could never blight, And laid those proud roofs bare to summer's rain— On which the iron shower for years had pour'd in vain. LIX. Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long delighted The stranger fain would linger on his way! Thine is a scene alike where souls united LX. Adieu to thee again! a vain adieu ! There can be no farewell to scene like thine; And if reluctantly the eyes resign hue; Their cherish'd gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine! The brilliant, fair, and soft-the glories of old days: LXI. The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom A race of faces happy as the scene, Whose fertile bounties here extend to all, Still springing o'er thy banks, though empires near them fall. LXII. But these recede. Above me are the Alps, All that expands the spirit, yet appals, How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below. LXIII. But ere these matchless heights I dare to scan, Unsepulchred they roam'd, and shriek'd each wandering ghost. 14 LXIV. While Waterloo with Canna's carnage vies, LXV. By a lone wall a lonelier column rears Yet still with consciousness; and there it stands, When the coeval pride of human hands, Levell❜d Aventicum, 15 hath strew'd her subject lands. LXVI. -gave And there-oh! sweet and sacred be the name!- Their tomb was simple, and without a bust, And held within their urn one mind, one heart, one dust.16 LXVII. But these are deeds which should not pass away, And names that must not wither, though the earth Forgets her empires with a just decay, The enslavers and the enslaved, their death and birth; The high, the mountain-majesty of worth Should be, and shall, survivor of its woe, And from its immortality look forth 17 LXVIII. Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face, Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue : Thoughts hid, but not less cherish'd than of old, LXIX. To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind; All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind In the hot throng, where we become the spoil We may deplore and struggle with the coil, In wretched interchange of wrong for wrong, 'Midst a contentious world, striving where none are strong. LXX. There, in a moment, we may plunge our years In fatal penitence, and in the blight Of our own soul, turn all our blood to tears, To those that walk in darkness: on the sea, But there are wanderers o'er eternity, Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor`d ne'er shall be. LXXI. Is it not better, then, to be alone, And love earth only for its earthly sake? Kissing its cries away as these awake ;- Than join the crushing crowd, doom'd to inflict or bear? LXXII. I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Class'd among creatures, when the soul can flee, LXXIII. And thus I am absorb'd, and this is life: As on a place of agony and strife, Though young, yet waxing vigorous as the blast LXXIV. And when, at length, the mind shall be all free From what it hates in this degraded form, Reft of its carnal life, save what shall be LXXV. Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn A tide of suffering, rather than forego Gazing upon the ground, with thoughts which dare not glow? |