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2. And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lours, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o’er this vale of vintage-bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
I send the lilies given to me;
The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; ." Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound; Beneath its base are heroes' ashes hid, 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 be battled to re
LVII. Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career, His mourners were two hosts, his friends and
foes; And fitly may the stranger lingering here Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose; For he was Freedom's champion, one of those, The few in number, who had not o'erstept The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as wield her weapons; he had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him
LVIII. Here Ehrenbreitstein, (13) 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
And laid those proud roofs bane to Summer's
rainOn which the iron shower for years had pour'd
Wild but not rude, awful yet not austere,
Adieu to thee again! a vain adieu!
But none unite in one attaching maze
LXI. The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen,' The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom, The forest's growth, and Gothic walls between, The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been In mockery of man's art; and these withal A race of faces bappy as the scene,
hose fertile bounties here extend to all, springing o'er thy banks, though Empires
near them fall.
LXII. at these recede. Above me are the Alps, he palaces of Nature, whose vast walls ave pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, nd throned Eternity in icy halls f cold sublimity, where forms and falls he avalanche-the thunderbolt of snow ! Al that expands the spirit yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain
LXIII. But ere these matchless heights I dare to scan, There is a spot should not be pass'd in vain, Morat ! the proud, the patriot field! where man May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain, Nor blush for those who conquer'd on that · plain ; Here Burgundy bequeath'd his tombless host, A bony heap, through ages to remain,
Themselves their monument;-the Stygian coast Unsepulchred they roam'd, and shriek'd each wan
dering ghost. (14)
Door'd to bevail the blasphemy of lass Making kings' rights divine, by some Draconic
LXV. By a lone wall a lonelier column rears A gray and grief-worn aspect of old days, 'Tis the last remnant of the wreck of years, And looks as with the wild-bewilder'd gaze Of one to stone converted by amaze, Yet still with consciousness; and there it stands Making a marvel that it not decays,
When the coeval pride of human bands, Leveli'd (15) Aventicum, hath strew'd her subject
LXVI. And there-oh! sweet and sacred be the name! Julia--the daughter, the devoted-gave Her youth to Heaven; her heart beneath a
claim ; Nearest to Heaven's, broke o'er a father's grave. Justice is sworn 'gainst tears, and hers would
crave The life she lived in; but the judge was just, And then she died on him she could not save.
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