ON this green platform with its chapel small Embowered, the centre of the mountain land, Take, holy Freedom, take for aye thy stand; And hither from all regions ever call Thy sons to thy perpetual festival, Or bid them drink, a sacramental band, From Grutli's founts that rose at thy command, There where the three deliverers vowed the fall Of Power unjust. Night heard those whispered tones: Have they not found large echoes in the world? Have they not been like God's own thunder hurled In ruin down on all opprobrious thrones? All sway that, deifying lawless might, On that doth build, and not on God and on the right? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AGAMEMNON: THE PURPLE CARPER by AESCHYLUS CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 5. OF TEMPERANCE by WILLIAM BASSE |