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DOWN THE LAKE TO THUN
We heard the holy hermit's sounding rill,
Passed Spietz's castle-cluster, snowy-white
Against the purple Niesen, caught the light,—
Gleam after rain—on craggy Sygriswyl,
We scented Gonten's laurels, gazed our fill
At towery Oberhofen, full in sight
Of Blümlis' snowy splendour saw the night
Of storm round Stockhorn, felt the thunder's thrill.
Passed Spietz's castle-cluster, snowy-white
Against the purple Niesen, caught the light,—
Gleam after rain—on craggy Sygriswyl,
We scented Gonten's laurels, gazed our fill
At towery Oberhofen, full in sight
Of Blümlis' snowy splendour saw the night
Of storm round Stockhorn, felt the thunder's thrill.
But not till Aar between its brakes and bowers
Bare us with rapturous haste toward the town,
And terraced roofs and church and castle-hold
From heights of quiet graciousness looked down,
We knew old Thun's hereditary power
To charm us with the life of centuries old.
Bare us with rapturous haste toward the town,
And terraced roofs and church and castle-hold
From heights of quiet graciousness looked down,
We knew old Thun's hereditary power
To charm us with the life of centuries old.
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