The young deliverer’s sword!
Though earth may shroud Harmodius now,
We still have sword and myrtle bough!
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
ON A FLOWER FROM THE FIELD OF GRÜTLI.
Whence art thou, flower? From holy ground,
Where freedom’s foot hath been!
Yet bugle-blast or trumpet-sound
Ne’er shook that solemn scene.
Flower of a noble field! thy birth