Murmuring such words in mournful thought,
I oft with tearful eyes repined,
Upraised to Heaven, as memory brought
My fathers’ homes and hearths to mind.
At times the solitary view
Of rural scenes more seem’d to soothe;
From cities terror-struck I flew,
And breathless, anxious, o’er the uncouth
Rough Alps I took my way.
But not so pure, so vivid show’d