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XXXIV. THE CHAPEL OF TELL ON THE LAKE LUCERNE.

On this green platform with its chapel small
Embowered, the centre of the mountain land,
Take, holy Freedom, take for aye thy stand;
And hither from all regions ever call
Thy sons to thy perpetual festival:
Or bid them drink, a sacramental band,
From Grutli's founts, that rose at thy command
There where the three Deliverers vowed the fall
Of Powerunjust. Nightheard those whispered tones;—
Have they not found large echoes in the world?
Have they not been like God's own thunder hurled
In ruin down on all opprobrious thrones?
All sway that, deifying lawless might,
On that doth build, and not on God and on the right?