THE ALPS
(Translated from the French)
ALL hail! ye glaciers splendid
That meet the azure sky,
Across you we have wended
With joyous heart and high.
The snow is tinged with morning,
The air is keen and pure,
Away ! to seek the dawning |
Upon the loftiest tower!
Below the silent passes
The chamois browse in peace :
The distant roar of masses
And city clamours cease.
*Tis here we leave the sadness
Of cruel earth behind ;
This is the land of gladness
Of every noble mind !
This is the summit regal
Of boldly-sculptured form.
’Tis hence the audacious eagle
Soars high to stem the storm.
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