Amid the shadows of my soul’s revealing.
The sunset clouds were fading, and the light,
Rosy and dim,
Fell on the glorious page where wildly bright
“The Switzer’s Hymn”
Of exile, and of home, breathed forth its soul of song —
Waking my heart’s hushed chords, erst slumbering long.
Then that sad farewell-hymn seemed floating on,
Like wild, sweet strain
Of spirit-music o’er the waters borne —