Stretch o'er the pictured mirror broad and blue, that greets How blest, delicious scene! the eye Thy open beauties, or thy lone retreats; Beholds the unwearied sweep of wood that scales Thy cliffs; the endless waters of thy vales; Thy lowly cots that sprinkle all the shore, Each with its household boat beside the door; Thy torrent shooting from the clear-blue sky; Thy towns, that cleave, like swallows' nests, on high; That glimmer hoar in eve's last light, descried Dim from the twilight water's shaggy side, Whence lutes and voices down the enchanted woods Steal, and compose the oar-forgotten floods; Thy lake, that, streaked or dappled, blue or gray, 'Mid smoking woods gleams hid from morning's ray Slow-travelling down the western hills, to enfold Its green-tinged margin in a blaze of gold; Thy glittering steeples, whence the matin bell Calls forth the woodman from his desert cell, And quickens the blithe sound of oars that pass Along the steaming lake, to early mass. But now farewell to each and all, - adieu To every charm, and last and chief to you, Alas! the very murmur of the streams Breathes o'er the failing soul voluptuous dreams, While Slavery, forcing the sunk mind to dwell On joys that might disgrace the captive's cell, Her shameless timbrel shakes on Como's marge, And lures from bay to bay the vocal barge. Yet are thy softer arts with power indued There an old man an olden measure scanned Stretched at his feet, with steadfast upward eye, His children's children listened to the sound; But let us hence; for fair Locarno smiles Embowered in walnut slopes and citron isles: Or seek at eve the banks of Tusa's stream, Where, 'mid dim towers and woods, her * waters gleam. From the bright wave, in solemn gloom, retire Round undistinguished clouds, and rocks, and snow: The mind condemned, without reprieve, to go O'er life's long deserts with its charge of woe, With sad congratulation joins the train Where beasts and men together o'er the plain Move on, a mighty caravan of pain : Hope, strength, and courage, social suffering brings, Freshening the wilderness with shades and springs. There be whose lot far otherwise is cast: Sole human tenant of the piny waste, By choice or doom a gypsy wanders here, *The river along whose banks you descend in crossing the Alps by the Simplon Pass. A nursling babe her only comforter; When lightning among clouds and mountain snows Predominates, and darkness comes and goes, Itself all trembling at the torrent's power. Nor is she more at ease on some still night, Then sets. In total gloom the Vagrant sighs, From the green vale of Urseren smooth and wide Descend we now, the maddened Reuss our guide; * Most of the bridges among the Alps are of wood, and covered: these bridges have a heavy appearance, and rather injure the effect of the scenery in some places. By rocks that, shutting out the blessed day, But soon a peopled region on the sight Opens, a little world of calm delight; Where mists, suspended on the expiring gale, Spread rooflike o'er the deep secluded vale, And beams of evening, slipping in between, Gently illuminate a sober scene:— Here, on the brown wood-cottages they sleep, There, over rock or sloping pasture creep. On as we journey, in clear view displayed, The still vale lengthens underneath its shade Of low-hung vapor: on the freshened mead The green light sparkles ;- the dim bowers recede. *The Catholic religion prevails here: these cells are, as is well known, very common in the Catholic countries, planted, like the Roman tombs, along the road-side. † Crosses, commemorative of the deaths of travellers by the fall of snow, and other accidents, are very common along this dreadful road. The houses in the more retired Swiss valleys are all built of wood. |