<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Swiss Song, On The Anniversary Of An Ancient Battle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look on the white Alps round!<br>If yet they gird a land<br>Where freedom's voice and step are found,<br>Forget ye not the band,<br>The faithful band, our sires, who fell<br>Here, in the narrow battle-dell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If yet, the wilds among,<br>Our silent hearts may burn,<br>When the deep mountain-horn hath rung,<br>And home our steps may turn,<br>-Home!-home!-if still that name be dear,<br>Praise to the men who perish'd here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look on the white Alps round!<br>Up to their shining snows<br>That day the stormy rolling sound,<br>The sound of battle rose!<br>Their caves prolong'd the trumpet's blast,<br>Their dark pines trembled as it pass'd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They saw the princely crest,<br>They saw the knightly spear,<br>The banner and the mail-clad breast<br>Borne down, and trampled here!<br>They saw-and glorying there they stand,<br>Eternal records to the land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Praise to the mountain-born,<br>The brethren of the glen!<br>By them no steel-array was worn,<br>They stood as peasant-men!<br>They left the vineyard and the field<br>To break an empire's lance and shield!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look on the white Alps round!<br>If yet, along their steeps,<br>Our children's fearless feet may bound,<br>Free as the chamois leaps:<br>Teach them in song to bless the band<br>Amidst whose mossy graves we stand!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, by the wood-fire's blaze,<br>When winter-stars gleam cold,<br>The glorious tales of elder days<br>May proudly yet be told,<br>Forget not then the shepherd-race,<br>Who made the hearth a holy place!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look on the white Alps round!<br>If yet the sabbath bell<br>Comes o'er them with a gladdening sound,<br>Think on the battle-dell!<br>For blood first bath'd its flowery sod,<br>That chainless hearts might worship God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391571" data-title="Swiss Song, On The Anniversary Of An Ancient Battle de Felicia Dorothea Hemans" data-description="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, W..."></div> </div> </div>

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