Hither, like yon ancient Tower Else we sleep among the Dead; Shield us in our jeopardy! Guide our Bark among the waves; Through the rocks our passage smooth; Where the whirlpool frets and raves All our hope is placed in Thee; X. THE SOURCE OF THE DANUBE. NOT, like his great compeers, indignantly To bear in heaven a shape distinct with stars. Aloys Reding, it will be remembered, was Captain General of the Swiss forces, which, with a courage and perseverance worthy of the cause, opposed the flagitious and too successful attempt of Buonaparte to subjugate their country. AROUND a wild and woody hill A gravelled pathway treading, We reached a votive Stone that bears The name of Aloys Reding. Well judged the Friend who placed it there For silence and protection, And haply with a finer care Of dutiful affection. The Sun regards it from the West, Sinking in summer glory; And, while he sinks, affords a type Of that pathetic story. And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss Amid the grove to linger; Till all is dim, save this bright Stone Touched by his golden finger. XII. COMPOSED IN ONE OF THE CATHOLIC CANTONS OF SWITZERLAND. DOOMED as we are our native dust To wet with many a bitter shower, The Altar, to deride the Fane, Where patient Sufferers bend, in trust I love, where spreads the village lawn, Through Alpine vale, or champain wide, Whate'er we look on, at our side Be Charity! to bid us think, And feel, if we would know. |