THOU too, whilst pondering History's vast plan, Didst sit by the clear waters of Lausanne, (What time Imperial Rome rose to thy view, And thy bold hand her mighty image drew); Thou too, methinks, as the sad wrecks extend, Dost seem in sorrow o'er the scene to bend. With steady eye and penetrating mind Thou hast surveyed the toil of human kind; Hast marked Ambition's march and fiery car, And thousands shouting in the fields of war. But direr woes might ne'er a sigh demand, Than those of hapless, injured Switzerland! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE HUSBANDMAN by AESOP THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF TIGHE'S 'PSYCHE' by BERNARD BARTON BERTHE AND FRANCESCA BRAGGIOTTI by JOSEPHINE V. BROWER |