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First Line: What though the italian pencil wrought not here
Last Line: And to his father give its own unerring aim.
Subject(s): Altorf, Switzerland


WHAT though the Italian pencil wrought not here,
Nor such fine skill as did the meed bestow
On Marathonian valor, yet the tear
Springs forth in presence of this gaudy show,
While narrow cares their limits overflow.
Thrice happy, burghers, peasants, warriors old,
Infants in arms, and ye, that as ye go
Homeward or schoolward, ape what ye behold;
Heroes before your time, in frolic fancy bold!

And when that clam spectatress from on high
Looks down, -- the bright and solitary moon,
Who never gazes but to beautify;
And snow-fed torrents, which the blaze of noon
Roused into fury, murmur a soft tune
That fosters peace, and gentleness recalls;
Then might the passing monk receive a boon
Of saintly pleasure from those pictured walls,
While on the warlike groups the mellowing lustre falls.

How blest the souls who when their trials come
Yield not to terror or despondency,
But face like that sweet boy their mortal doom,
Whose head the ruddy apple tops, while he
Expectant stands beneath the linden-tree;
He quakes not like the timid forest game,
But smiles, -- the hesitating shaft to free;
Assured that Heaven its justice will proclaim,
And to his father give its own unerring aim.





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