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THE STOCKHORN
DEO CREATORI
This is the purple throne whereon the day
First takes her seat and latest leaves her crown,
And when she lays her rosy mantle down,
Here first with starry sceptre night holds sway.
Snow-clad, or in the ermine of the May,
Its splendour haunts the valley and the town,
Whether beneath the thunder-clouds it frown,
Or in the summer sun shines silver-gray.
First takes her seat and latest leaves her crown,
And when she lays her rosy mantle down,
Here first with starry sceptre night holds sway.
Snow-clad, or in the ermine of the May,
Its splendour haunts the valley and the town,
Whether beneath the thunder-clouds it frown,
Or in the summer sun shines silver-gray.
But on this day of glory and of love,
When smiles the plain beneath the mountain-walls,
And laughs blue lake and blossoming rivershore,
One sitteth on the throne all kings above,
Who raised the Stockhorn, and for ever calls
The heart of man to honour and adore.
When smiles the plain beneath the mountain-walls,
And laughs blue lake and blossoming rivershore,
One sitteth on the throne all kings above,
Who raised the Stockhorn, and for ever calls
The heart of man to honour and adore.
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