How grand a prospect opens! Alps o’er Alps

“How grand a prospect opens! Alps o’er Alps Tower, to survey the triumphs that proceed. Here, while Garumna dances in the gloom Of larches, mid her naiads, or reclined Leans on a broom-clad bank to watch the sports Of some far-distant chamois silken haired, The chaste Pyrené, drying up her tears, Finds, with your children, refuge: yonder, Rhine Lays his imperial sceptre at your feet.”