And the mighty rocks came bounding down
Their startled foes among,
With a joyous whirl from the summit thrown—
Oh! the herdsman's arm is strong!
They came, like Lauwine*[1] hurl’d,
From Alp to Alp in play,
When the echoes shout through the snowy world,
And the pines are borne away.
The larch-woods crash'd on the mountain side,
And the Switzers rush'd from high
With a sudden charge, on the flower and pride
Of the Austrian chivalry:
Like hunters of the deer,
They storm'd the narrow dell,
And first in the shock, with Uri's spear,
Was the arm of William Tell†[2]!
There was tumult in the crowded strait,
And a cry of wild dismay,
And many a warrior met his fate
From a peasant's hand that day!
And the Empire's banners there,
From its place of waving free,
Went down before the shepherd men,
The men of the Forest Sea‡[3].
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