How the forest of the foe Bow'd before the thunder strokes ! When they laid the cedars low; Thus they hew'd their dreadful way; Till, by numbers forced to yield, Terrible in death they lay, The AVENGERS OF THE FIELD!" END OF THE THIRD PART. THE WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND. PART IV. The Wanderer relates the circumstances attending the death of Albert. Shep. "Pledge the memory of the Brave, And the Spirits of the dead; Pledge the venerable Grave, Valour's consecrated bed. Wanderer! cheer thy drooping soul, This inspiring goblet take; Drain the deep delicious bowl, For thy martyr'd brethren's sake." Wand. "Hail!-all hail! the Patriot's grave, Valour's venerable bed! Hail! the memory of the Brave, Hail! the Spirits of the dead! Time their triumphs shall proclaim, Immortality of bliss!" Shep. "On that melancholy plain, How was noble ALBERT slain ? How did❜st thou, old Warrior! fare?" Wand. "In the agony of strife, Where the heart of battle bled, Glorious ALBERT bow'd his head. When our phalanx broke away, And our stoutest soldiers fell, -Where the dark rocks dimm'd the day, Scowling o'er the deepest dell; There, like lions old in blood, Lions rallying round their den, Albert and his warriors stood; We were few, but we were men! Breast to breast we fought the ground, Arm to arm repell'd the foe; Every motion was a wound, And a death was every blow. Thus the clouds of sunset beam Thus autumnal meteors stream Redder through the darkening night. Miracles our champions wrought- One by one gave up the ghost, Last of all the Swiss was He! So, when night with rising shade Climbs the Alps from steep to steep, Till in hoary gloom array'd All the giant-mountains sleep High in heaven their monarch* stands, Bright and beauteous from afar, MONT BLANC; which is so much higher than the |