Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG ON SAINT BERNARD, by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ


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First Line: O, it is a pleasure rare
Last Line: Floats in triumph o'er the crag!
Subject(s): Alps; Mountains; Saint Bernard (mountain), Switzerland; Hills; Downs (great Britain)


O, IT is a pleasure rare
Ever to be climbing so,
Winding upward through the air,
Till the cloud is left below!
Upward and forever round
On the stairway of the stream,
With the motion and the sound
Of processions in a dream:
While the world below all this
Lies a fathomless abyss.

Freedom singeth ever here,
Where her sandals print the snow,
And to her the pines are dear,
Freely rocking to and fro;
Swinging oft like stately ships,
Where the billowy tempests sport;
Or, as when the anchor slips
Down the dreamy wave in port,
Standing silent as they list
Where the zephyrs furl the mist.

Here the well-springs drop their pearls,
All to Freedom's music strung;
And the brooks, like mountain girls,
Sing the songs of Freedom's tongue.
And the great hills, stern and stanch,
Guard her valleys and her lakes,
And the rolling avalanche
Blocks the path the invader makes,
While her eagle, like a flag,
Floats in triumph o'er the crag!





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