Clings close and closer to the mother’s breast,
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind’s roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.”
CHAPTER XVII.
NATURAL BEAUTIES AND ATTRACTIONS.
“A wilderness of sweets: for nature here
Wanton’d as in her prime, and play’d at will,
Her virgin fancies pouring forth more sweet,
While above rule of art, enormous bliss.”
No spot in Europe can compare with Switzerland in loveliness and rural charms; in variety, boldness, and sublimity of scenery; in tonic, steel-strong air, a fine intoxicant of mental and physical joy and power. It is a land of valleys, exquisite in their loveliness, enriched by numberless streams, lakes, mountains, peak, and pass:
“Hills peep o’er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.”