ADVANCE-come forth from thy Tyrolean ground, <br />Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed; <br />Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named! <br />Through the long chain of Alps from mound to mound <br />And o'er the eternal snows, like Echo, bound; <br />Like Echo, when the hunter train at dawn <br />Have roused her from her sleep: and forest-lawn, <br />Cliffs, woods and caves, her viewless steps resound <br />And babble of her pastime!-On, dread Power! <br />With such invisible motion speed thy flight, <br />Through hanging clouds, from craggy height to height, <br />Through the green vales and through the herdsman's bower- <br />That all the Alps may gladden in thy might, <br />Here, there, and in all places at one hour.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/advance-come-forth-from-thy-tyrolean-ground/
