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poetess of home becomes the poetess of war ; the Sappho of pure affection becomes ( with reverence be it spcvken ) the , very Alcaeus of patriotism and of freedom . Hence it is that the gentle and truly feminine Felicia Hemans could , and can , break out into
a strain like the following—a strain , which Prince Metternich might not especially like to find transfused , with equal spirit , into the language of the countrymen of Tell . We think that it might possibl y do something more than loosen the avalanches and startle the eagles : —
* Look on the white Alps round ! If yet they gird a land Where Freedom ' s voice and step are found , Forget ye not the band , The faithful band , our sires , who fell Here , in the narrow battle-dell !
* If yet , the wilds among Our silent hearts may burn , When the deep mountain-horn hath rung " , And home our steps may turn , — Home !—home !——if" still that name be dear , Praise to the men who perish'd here !
' Look on the white Alps round ! Up to their shining- snows , That day the stormy rolling sound , The sound of battle rose ! Their caves prolong ed the trumpet ' s blast , Their dark pines trembled as it pass'd :
' They saw the princely crest , They saw the knightly spear , The banner and the mail-clad breast , Borne down , and trampled here ! They saw—and glorying there they stand , Eternal records to the land !
* Praise to the mountain-born , The brethren of the glen ! By them no steel array was worn , — They stood as peasunt-men ! They left the vineyard and the field To break an emperor's lance and shield !
' Look on the white Alps round ! If yet along their steeps Our children ' fearless feet may bound , Free as the chamois leaps ; Teach them in song to ble . ss the band , Amidst whose mossy graves we standl
* t ?/ t ihe Gdnndxion ^ eHvieh Poetry emit Religion . ^