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      England and Switzerland

Two voices are there: one is of the sea,
One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice:
In both from age to age thou didst rejoice,
They were thy chosen music. Liberty!
There came a tyrant, and with holy glee
Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven:
Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven,
Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee,
Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft:
Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left;
For,

high-souled Maid, what sorrow would ic be
That Mountain floods should thunder as before,
And Ocean bellow from his rocky shore,
And neither awful Voice be heard by thee! 

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