Classic Poem

In Switzerland the mountains stand
Like sentinels to guard the land,
The sun doth wield a magic wand
In Switzerland.

The lakes are gold and amethyst,
Where sky, and light, and cloud have kissed,
And up the crag, and down the dell,

On snowy height, or summer mead,
The wind doth ever whisper “T ELL ;”
The waters murmur “W INKELRIED ,”
In Switzerland.