The following poem ‘To Switzerland’ was written anonymously and first appeared in Hugh Williams‘s National Songs and Poetical Pieces (1839).
LAND of cloud-capp’d piny mountains,
Where eternal snow-wreaths shine;
Land of glaciers, lakes, and fountains,
Be a poet’s blessing thine!
Not for these romantic features,
Be that benison bestow’d;
Servile slaves or savage creatures,
There might fix their foul abode.
Thine a nobler race inherit,
Nobler inmates ‘mid them dwell;
Liberty’s unconquer’d spirit,
Forms their purest, holiest spell.
Thine is freedom’s glorious charter,
Wak’ning thoughts and deeds sublime;
Thine are boons too rich to barter,
Manners of the olden time.
Long be such thy proud possession,
Virtue’s pledge and Honour’s spell;
Still hold fast thy high profession,
Worthy of the band of TELL!
So may all who fondly claim thee,
For their birth-place, while they roam;
With a child’s affection name thee
As their heart’s most cherish’d home!