AROUND a wild and woody hill, A gravelled pathway treading, We reached a votive stone that bears The name of Aloys Reding. Well judged the friend who placed it there For silence and protection; And haply with a finer care Of dutiful affection. The sun regards it from the west; And, while in summer glory He sets, his sinking yields a type Of that pathetic story: And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss Amid the grove to linger; Till all is dim, save this bright stone Touched by his golden finger. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK WORDLY WISE (5) by MOTHER GOOSE SIR LANCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |