Thus it was in hoary time,

When our fathers sallied forth,

Full of confidence sublime,

From the famine-wasted North. a

'Freedom, in the land of rocks, 'Wild as Scandinavia, give,

'POWER ETERNAL! where our flocks, 'And our little ones may live!'

Thus they prayed ;-a secret Hand
Led them, by a path unknown,
To that dear, delightful land,
Which I yet must call my own.

To the vale of Switz they came :
Soon their meliorating toil
Gave the forest to the flame,
And their ashes to the soil.

Thence their ardent labours spread,
Till, above the mountain snows,
Towering Beauty shewed her head,
And a new creation rose !

So, in regions wild and wide,
We will pierce the savage woods,
Clothe the rocks in purple pride,
Plough the vallies, tame the floods :

'Till a beauteous inland isle,
By a forest sea embraced,
Shall make Desolation smile,
In the depth of his own waste.

There, unenvied and unknown,
We shall dwell secure and free,
In a country all our own,
In a land of Liberty."

S. "Yet the woods, the rocks, the streams,
Unbeloved, shall bring to mind,
Warm with evening's purple beams,
Dearer objects left behind!

And thy native country's song,
Caroled in a foreign clime,

When new echoes shall prolong,
Simple, tender, and sublime;

How will thy poor cheek turn pale !
And before thy banished eyes,
Underwalden's charming vale,

And thine own sweet cottage, rise!"

W. "By the glorious ghost of TELL !
By Morgarthen's awful fray!
By the field where Albert fell
In thy last and bitter day!

Soul of Switzerland! arise:

-Ha! the spell has waked the dead,

From her ashes, to the skies,
Switzerland exalts her head.

See the Queen of Mountains stand
In immortal mail complete,

With the lightning in her hand,
And the Alps beneath her feet.

Hark! her voice :- My sons! awake; 'Freedom dawns, behold the day! 'From the bed of bondage break,

At the sound our fathers' graves,
On each ancient battle plain,
Utter groans, and toss like waves
When the wild blast sweeps the main.

Rise, my brethren! cast away

All the chains that bind you slaves;
Rise-your mother's voice obey,
And appease your fathers' graves.

Strike-the conflict is begun ;
Freemen Soldiers! follow me ;
Shout-the victory is won-
Switzerland and Liberty!"

S." Warrior! Warrior! stay thine arm !
Sheathe, O sheathe thy frantic sword!"
W. "Ah! I rave! I faint! the charm
Flies-and memory is restored!

Yes, to agony restored

From the too transporting charm:
Sleep forever, O my sword!

Be thou withered, O mine arm!

Switzerland is but a name !
Yet I feel where'er I roam,
That my heart is still the same;
Switzerland is still my home."

END OF THE SIXTH AND LAST PART.