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 With a leap, like Tell's proud leap,* When away the helm he flung, And boldly up the steep From the flashing billow sprung! They shall wake beside their forest-sea In the ancient garb they wore, When they link'd the hands that made us free, On the Grütli's moonlight shore; And their voices shall be heard, And be answer'd with a shout, Till the echoing Alps are stirr'd,            And the signal-fires blaze out!

And the land shall see such deeds again, As those of that proud day, When Winkelried, on Sempack's plain, Through the serried spears made way! And when the rocks came down On the dark Morgarten dell, And the crowned helms† o'erthrown Before our fathers fell!

For the Kühreihen's‡ notes must never sound In a land that wears the chain, And the vines on Freedom's holy ground Untrampled must remain! And the yellow harvests wave, For no stranger's hand to reap, While within their silent cave The Men of Grutli sleep!F. H.