ONCE Switzerland was free! With what a pride I used to walk these hills, -- look up to heaven, And bless God that it was so! It was free From end to end, from cliff to lake 't was free! Free as our torrents are, that leap our rocks, And plough our valleys, without asking leave; Or as our peaks, that wear their caps of snow In very presence of the regal sun! How happy was I in it then! I loved Its very storms. Ay, often have I sat In my boat at night, when, midway o'er the lake, The stars went out, and down the mountain gorge The wind came roaring, -- I have sat and eyed The thunder breaking from his cloud, and smiled To see him shake his lightnings o'er my head, And think -- I had no master save his own! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG THE LIGHT OF ASIA by EDWIN ARNOLD HIS RETIREMENT by PHILIP AYRES TO MRS. PRIESTLEY, WITH SOME DRAWINGS OF BIRDS AND INSECTS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 24. BALCOMBE FOREST by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE VISIONS OF BELLAY by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |