MEMORIALS OF A TOUR ON THE CONTINENT
UPON RECEIVING THE PRECEDING SHEETS FROM THE PRESS
IS then the final page before me spread,
Nor further outlet left to mind or heart?
Presumptuous Book! too forward to be read,
How can I give thee licence to depart?
One tribute more: unbidden feelings start
Forth from their coverts; slighted objects rise;
My spirit is the scene of such wild art
As on Parnassus rules, when lightning flies,
Visibly leading on the thunder's harmonies.
All that I saw returns upon my view,
All that I heard comes back upon my ear,
All that I felt this moment doth renew;
And where the foot with no unmanly fear
Recoiled--and wings alone could travel--there
I move at ease; and meet contending themes
That press upon me, crossing the career
Of recollections vivid as the dreams
Of midnight,--cities, plains, forests, and mighty streams.
Where Mortal never breathed I dare to sit
Among the interior Alps, gigantic crew,
Who triumphed o'er diluvian power!--and yet
What are they but a wreck and residue,
Whose only business is to perish?--true
To which sad course, these wrinkled Sons of Time
Labour their proper greatness to subdue;
Speaking of death alone, beneath a clime
Where life and rapture flow in plenitude sublime.
Fancy hath flung for me an airy bridge
Across thy long deep Valley, furious Rhone!
Arch that 'here' rests upon the granite ridge
Of Monte Rosa--'there' on frailer stone
Of secondary birth, the Jung-frau's cone;
And, from that arch, down-looking on the Vale
The aspect I behold of every zone;
A sea of foliage, tossing with the gale,
Blithe Autumn's purple crown, and Winter's icy mail!
Far as ST. MAURICE, from yon eastern FORKS,
Down the main avenue my sight can range:
And all its branchy vales, and all that lurks
Within them, church, and town, and hut, and grange,
For my enjoyment meet in vision strange;
Snows, torrents;--to the region's utmost bound,
Life, Death, in amicable interchange;--
But list! the avalanche--the hush profound
That follows--yet more awful than that awful sound!
Is not the chamois suited to his place?
The eagle worthy of her ancestry?
--Let Empires fall; but ne'er shall Ye disgrace
Your noble birthright, ye that occupy
Your council-seats beneath the open sky,
On Sarnen's Mount, there judge of fit and right,
In simple democratic majesty;
Soft breezes fanning your rough brows--the might
And purity of nature spread before your sight!
From this appropriate Court, renowned LUCERNE
Calls me to pace her honoured Bridge--that cheers
The Patriot's heart with pictures rude and stern,
An uncouth Chronicle of glorious years.
Like portraiture, from loftier source, endears
That work of kindred frame, which spans the lake
Just at the point of issue, where it fears
The form and motion of a stream to take;
Where it begins to stir, 'yet' voiceless as a snake.
Volumes of sound, from the Cathedral rolled,
This long-roofed Vista penetrate--but see,
One after one, its tablets, that unfold
The whole design of Scripture history;
From the first tasting of the fatal Tree,
Till the bright Star appeared in eastern skies,
Announcing, ONE was born mankind to free;
His acts, his wrongs, his final sacrifice;
Lessons for every heart, a Bible for all eyes.
'Our' pride misleads, our timid likings kill.
--Long may these homely Works devised of old,
These simple efforts of Helvetian skill,
Aid, with congenial influence, to uphold
The State,--the Country's destiny to mould;
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust
Of servile opportunity to gold;
Filling the soul with sentiments august--
The beautiful, the brave, the holy, and the just!
No more; Time halts not in his noiseless march--
Nor turns, nor winds, as doth the liquid flood;
Life slips from underneath us, like that arch
Of airy workmanship whereon we stood,
Earth stretched below, heaven in our neighbourhood.
Go forth, my little Book! pursue thy way;
Go forth, and please the gentle and the good;
Nor be a whisper stifled, if it say
That treasures, yet untouched, may grace some future Lay. 90
37 At the head of the Vallais.
'Far as St. Maurice, from yon eastern Forks.'
LES FOURCHES, the point at which the two chains of mountains
part, that inclose the Valais, which terminates at ST. MAURICE.
51 ------------ 'ye that occupy
Your council-seats beneath the open sky,
On Sarnen's Mount.'
Sarnen, one of the two capitals of the Canton of Underwalden;
the spot here alluded to is close to the town, and is called the
Landenberg, from the tyrant of that name, whose chateau formerly
stood there. On the 1st of January 1308, the great day which the
confederated Heroes had chosen for the deliverance of their
country, all the castles of the Governors were taken by force or
stratagem; and the Tyrants themselves conducted, with their
creatures, to the frontiers, after having witnessed the
destruction of their strongholds. From that time the Landenberg
has been the place where the Legislators of this division of the
Canton assemble. The site, which is well described by Ebel, is one
of the most beautiful in Switzerland.
56 'Calls me to pace her honoured Bridge--'
The bridges of Lucerne are roofed, and open at the sides, so
that the passenger has, at the same time, the benefit of shade,
and a view of the magnificent country. The pictures are attached
to the rafters; those from Scripture History, on the Cathedral-
bridge, amount, according to my notes, to 240. Subjects from the
Old Testament face the passenger as he goes towards the Cathedral,
and those from the New as he returns. The pictures on these
bridges, as well as those in most other parts of Switzerland, are
not to be spoken of as works of art; but they are instruments
admirably answering the purpose for which they were designed.