XI.

Sacred be Grutli’s field! Their vigil keeping Through many a blue and starry summer night-- There, while the sons of happier lands were sleeping, Had those brave Switzers met; and in the sight Of the just God, who pours forth burning might To gird the oppress’d, had given their deep thoughts way, And braced their spirits for the patriot fight, With lovely images of homes that lay Bower’d midst the rustling pines, or by the torrent spray.