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3. I send the lilies given to me; Though long before thy hand they touch; I know that they must withered be, But yet reject them not as such; For I have cherish'd them as dear, Because they yet may meet thine eye, And guide thy soul to mine even here, When thou behold'st them drooping nigh, And knowst them gathered by the Rhine, And offered from my heart to thine!
4. The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round; The haughtiest breast its wishi might bound Through life to dwell delighted here; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still swecten inore these banks of Rhine!
but let not that forbid
LVII. Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career, His mourners were two hosts, liis friends and foes; And fitly may the stranger lingering here Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose; For he was Freedom's champion, one of those, The few in number, who had not o'erstept The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as wield her weapons; he had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him
LVIIT. Here Ehrenbreitstein, 13 with her shattered wall Black with the miner's blast, upon her height Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball Rebounding idly on her strength did light; A tower of victory! from whence the flight Of baffled foes was watch'd along the plain : But Peace destroy'd what War could never blight, And laid those proud roofs bare to Summer's rainOn which the iron shower for years had pour'd in
LIX. Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long delighted The stranger sain would linger on his way! Thine is a scene alike where souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self-condemning bosoms, it were here, Where Nature, nor too sombre nor too gay, Wild but not rude, awful yet not austere, Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year.
LX. Adieu to thee again! a vain adieu! There can be no farewell to scene like thine; The mind is coloured by thy every hue; And if reluctantly the eyes resign Their cherish'd gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine! "Tis with the thankful glance of parting praise; More mighty spots may rise - more glaring shine, But none unite in one attaching maze The brilliant, fair, and soft, -the glories of old days,
LXI. The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen, The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom, The forest's growth, and Gothic walls between, The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been In mockery of man's art; and these withal A race of faces happy as the scene, Whosc fertile bounties here extend to all, Still springing o'er thy banks, though Empires near LXII. But these recede. Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And thoned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche the thunderbolt of snow! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain
LXIII. But çre these matchless heights I dare to scan, There is a spot should not be pass'd in vain, Morat! the proud, the patriot field! where man May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain, Nor blush for those who conquered on that plain; Here Burgundy bequeath'd his tombless host, A bony heap, through ages to remain, Themselves their inonument; - the Stygian coast Unsepulchred they roam'd, and shriek'd each wan
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