THE stranger wandering in the Switzer's land, Before its awful mountain-tops afraid, -- Who yet, with patient toil, hath gained his stand On the bare summit where all life is stayed; Sees far, far down, beneath his blood-dimmed eyes, Another country, golden to the shore, Where a new passion and new hopes arise, Where Southern blooms unfold forevermore. And I, lone sitting by the twilight blaze, Think of another wanderer in the snows, And on more perilous mountain-tops I gaze Than ever frowned above the vine and rose. Yet courage, soul! nor hold thy strength in vain, In hope o'ercome the steeps God set for thee, For past the Alpine summits of great pain Lieth thine Italy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAUGHTER OF DEBATE by ELIZABETH I CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL THE OLD MAID by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SANCTUARY by JOSIE CRAIG BERRY PIRATE TREASURE by BERTON BRALEY ON MR. CHURCHILL'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY (NOVEMBER 30, 1944) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |