The Patriot Three that met of yore Beneath the midnight sky, And leagued their hearts on the Grütli shore, In the name of liberty! Now silently they sleep Amidst the hills they freed; But their rest is only deep, Till their country's hour of need. They start not at the hunter's call, Nor the Lammer-geyer's cry, Nor the rush of a sudden torrent's fall, And the Alpine herdsman's lay, To a Switzer's heart so dear! But when the battle-horn is blown Till the Schreckhorn's peaks reply, When the Jungfrau's cliffs send back the tone When spear-heads light the lakes, When Uri's beechen woods wave red With a leap, like Tell's proud leap, When away the helm he flung, * From the flashing billow sprung! They shall wake beside their Forest-sea, And their voices shall be heard, And be answer'd with a shout, Till the echoing Alps are stirr'd, And the signal-fires blaze out. * The point of rock on which Tell leaped from the boat of Gessler is marked by a chapel, and called the Tellensprung. And the land shall see such deeds again As those of that proud day, When Winkelried, on Sempach's plain, And when the rocks came down On the dark Morgarten dell, And the crowned casques,* o'erthrown, For the Kühreihen's † notes must never sound And the vines on freedom's holy ground Untrampled must remain ! And the yellow harvests wave For no stranger's hand to reap, While within their silent cave The men of Grütli sleep! * Crowned helmets, as a distinction of rank, are mentioned in Simond's Switzerland. + The Kühreihen, the celebrated Ranz des Vaches. SWISS SONG, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF AN ANCIENT BATTLE. The Swiss, even to our days, have continued to celebrate the anniversaries of their ancient battles with much solemnity; assembling in the open air on the fields where their ancestors fought, to hear thanksgivings offered up by the priests, and the names of all who shared in the glory of the day enumerated. They afterwards walk in procession to chapels, always erected in the vicinity of such scenes, where masses are sung for the souls of the departed. See Planta's History of the Helvetic Confederacy. Look on the white Alps round! If yet they gird a land Where freedom's voice and step are found, Forget ye not the band, The faithful band, our sires, who fell Here, in the narrow battle-dell! If yet, the wilds among, Our silent hearts may burn, When the deep mountain-horn hath rung, And home our steps may turn, -Home !-home !—if still that name be dear, Praise to the men who perish'd here! Look on the white Alps round! Up to their shining snows That day the stormy rolling sound, Their caves prolong'd the trumpet's blast, They saw the princely crest, They saw the knightly spea, The banner and the mail-clad breast Borne down, and trampled here! They saw-and glorying there they stand, Eternal records to the land! Praise to the mountain-born, The brethren of the glen! They stood as peasant-men! They left the vineyard and the field To break an empire's lance and shield! Look on the white Alps round! If yet, along their steeps, |