THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND
This was composed while pacing to and fro between the Hall of
Coleorton, then rebuilding, and the principal Farm-house of the
Estate, in which we lived for nine or ten months. I will here
mention that the Song on the Restoration of Lord Clifford, as well
as that on the feast of Brougham Castle, were produced on the same
TWO Voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice:
In both from age to age thou didst rejoice,
They were thy chosen music, Liberty!
There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee
Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven:
Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven,
Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee.
Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft:
Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left;
For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be
That Mountain floods should thunder as before,
And Ocean bellow from his rocky shore,
And neither awful Voice be heard by thee!