WHEN freedom from her home was driven, 'Mid vine-clad vales of Switzerland, She sought the glorious Alps of heaven, And there, 'mid cliffs by lightnings riven, Gathered her hero-band. And still outrings her freedom-song, Amid the glaciers sparkling there, At Sabbath bell, as peasants throng Their mountain fastnesses along, Happy, and free as air. The hills were made for freedom; they Break at a breath the tyrant's rod; Chains clank in valleys; there the prey Writhes 'neath Oppression's heel alway: Hills bow to none but God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER AND SON by KAREN SWENSON THE FLESH AND THE SPIRIT by ANNE BRADSTREET SYMPATHY (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I FIVE SOULS by WILLIAM NORMAN EWER IDLENESS by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL |