When it reigns in the heart, every error’s forgiven,
It resigns us to earth, and prepares us for Heaven.
1825. E. P. K.
THE ALPINE HORN.
“Just at the close of day the Alpine Horn is sounded from the highest mountain top, and mountain, rock and cave echo the solemn sound, ‘Praised be the Lord.’”
When rainbow hues of closing day
O’er evening’s portals faintly play,
The Alpine horn calls far away,
“Praised be the Lord.”