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Save where the flow'ret breathes uncultur'd sweets,
Yet let not these rude paths be coldly trac'd,
Here Fragrance scorns not to perfume the waste,
His humble board the holy man prepares,
And simple food, and wholesome lore bestows,
Extols the treasures that his mountain bears, i
And paints the perils of impending snows.
For whilst bleak Winter numbs with chilling hand,
In slow procession moves the merchant band,
Yet 'midst those ridges, 'midst that drifted snow,
Here Adnlaria shines with vivid glow,
Here too, the hoary mountain's brow to grace,
While from their waters, many a stream we trace,
Here Hows the Reuss to seek her wedded love,
Her stream I mark'd, and saw 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,
Embowering trees the peaceful village screen,
And guard from snow each dwelling's jutting shed.
Sweet vale! whose bosom wastes and cliffs surround, Let me awhile thy friendly shelter share!
Emblem of life! where some bright hours are found.
Delv'd thro' the rock, the secret passage bends,
Beneath the pendant bridge the stream descends
We view the fearful pass—we wind along
The path that marks the terrors of our way—
'Midst beetling rocks, and hanging woods among, The torrent pours, and throws its glittering spray.
Weary at length, serener scenes we hail,
More cultur'd groves o'ershade the grassy meads,
The neat tho' wooden hamlets deck the vale,
But tho' no more amidst those scenes I roam,
The flock's returning to its welcome home,
Lucernia's lake its glassy surface shews,
Whilst Nature's varied beauties deck its side;
Here rocks and woods its narrow waves inclose,
And hail the chapeH hail the platform wild!
Where Tell directed the avenging dart, With well strung arm, that first preserv'd his child,
Then wing'd the arrow to the tyrant's heart.
Across the lake, and deep embower'd in wood,
Behold another hallow'd chapel stands,
And stamp'd the freedom of their native land.
Their liberty requir'd no rites uncouth,
No blood demanded, and no slaves enchain'd;
Her rule was gentle, and her voice was truth,
We quit the lake—and cultivation's toil
With Nature's charms combin'd, adorns the way; And well earn'd wealth improves the ready soil,
And simple manners still maintain their sway.
Farewell Helvetia! from whose lofty breast
Where, source of streams, eternal glaciers rest,
Oft on thy rocks the wond'ring eye shall gaze,
There, Nature's hand her boldest work displays,
Hope of my Life! dear children of my heart!
That anxious heart, to each fond feeling true, To you still pants each pleasure to impart,
And more, oh transport! reach its home and you".
Inscribed to Mr. Pope, 1713.
« Securi prelia ruris
You, who the sweets of rural life have known>
But I, who ne'er was blest by fortune's hand,
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