VI.
A sound went up—the wave’s dark sleep was broken—
On Uri’s lake was heard a midnight oar—
Of man’s brief course a troubled moment’s token
Th’ eternal waters to their barriers bore;
And then their gloom a flashing image wore
Of torch-fires streaming out o’er crag and wood,
And the wild falcon’s wing was heard to soar
In startled haste—and by that moonlight flood,
A band of patriot men on Grutli’s verdure stood.