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THE RIGI
There is a mountain other aeons made
For this time's use; where once the tides were whirled
Hither and thither, tender clouds are curled
To bring the rain or yield a moment's shade;
And here all summer in the pine-tree glade
Sound faery bells as from another world,
And never here the avalanche is hurled
To scare the flowers or make the woods afraid.
For this time's use; where once the tides were whirled
Hither and thither, tender clouds are curled
To bring the rain or yield a moment's shade;
And here all summer in the pine-tree glade
Sound faery bells as from another world,
And never here the avalanche is hurled
To scare the flowers or make the woods afraid.
Here, to this mountain, come the worn and sad,
And flushed with health again the pale cheek glows,
And the weak pulse beats bravely as before;
Here a whole nation's life new vigour knows,
For freedom blooms, and every village lad
Feels his heart throb in sight of Sempach's shore.
And flushed with health again the pale cheek glows,
And the weak pulse beats bravely as before;
Here a whole nation's life new vigour knows,
For freedom blooms, and every village lad
Feels his heart throb in sight of Sempach's shore.
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