Classic Poem

XXI THE TOWN OF SCHWYTZ

By antique Fancy trimmed—though lowly, bred
To dignity—in thee, O S CHWYTZ ! are seen
The genuine features of the golden mean;
Equality by Prudence governèd,
Or jealous Nature ruling in her stead;
And, therefore, art thou blest with peace, serene
As that of the sweet fields and meadows green
In unambitious compass round thee spread.
Majestic B ERNE , high on her guardian steep,
Holding a central station of command,
Might well be styled this noble body's Head ;
Thou, lodged 'mid mountainous entrenchments deep,
Its H EART ; and ever may the heroic Land
Thy name, O S CHWYTZ , in happy freedom keep!