Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 - XX. - The Town Of Schwytz

A poem by William Wordsworth

By antique Fancy trimmed, though lowly, bred
To dignity in thee, O Schwytz! are seen
The genuine features of the golden mean;
Equality by Prudence governed,
Or jealous Nature ruling in her stead;
And, therefore, art thou blest with peace, serene
As that of the sweet fields and meadows green
In unambitious compass round thee spread.
Majestic Berne, high on her guardian steep,
Holding a central station of command,
Might well be styled this noble body's Head;
Thou, lodged 'mid mountainous entrenchments deep,
Its heart; and ever may the heroic Land
Thy name, O Schwytz, in happy freedom keep!