XXV.

They knelt, and rose in strength. The valleys lay Still in their dimness, but the peaks which darted Into the bright mid air, had caught from day A flush of fire, when those true Switzers parted, Each to his glen or forest, steadfast-hearted, And full of hope. Not many suns had worn Their setting glory, ere from slumber started Ten thousand voices, of the mountains born-- So far was heard the blast of freedom’s echoing horn!