“ADVANCE–COME FORTH FROM THY TYROLEAN GROUND”
ADVANCE–come forth from thy Tyrolean ground, Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed; Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named! Through the long chain of Alps from mound to mound And o’er the eternal snows, like Echo, bound; Like Echo, when the hunter train at dawn Have roused her from her sleep: and forest-lawn, Cliffs, woods and caves, her viewless steps resound And babble of her pastime!–On, dread Power! With such invisible motion speed thy flight, 10 Through hanging clouds, from craggy height to height, Through the green vales and through the herdsman’s bower– That all the Alps may gladden in thy might, Here, there, and in all places at one hour. 1809.