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Look on the white Alps round! Up to their shining snows That day the stormy rolling sound, The sound of battle rose! Their caves prolong'd the trumpet's blast, Their dark pines trembled as it pass'd!

They saw the princely crest, They saw the knightly spear, The banner and the mail-clad breast Borne down, and trampled here! They saw—and glorying there they stand, Eternal records to the land!

Praise to the mountain-born, The brethren of the glen! By them no steel-array was worn, They stood as peasant-men! They left the vineyard and the field To break an empire's lance and shield!

Look on the white Alps round! If yet, along their steeps,