Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 - XVI. - Scene On The Lake Of Brientz

"What know we of the Blest above But that they sing and that they love?" Yet, if they ever did inspire A mortal hymn, or shaped the choir, Now, where those harvest Damsels float Homeward in their rugged Boat, (While all the ruffling winds are fled Each slumbering on some mountain's head) Now, surely, hath that gracious aid Been felt, that influence is displayed. Pupils of Heaven, in order stand The rustic Maidens, every hand Upon a Sister's shoulder laid, To chant, as glides the boat along, A simple, but a touching, song; To chant, as Angels do above, The melodies of Peace in love!