Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 - XIII. - Memorial

A poem by William Wordsworth

Near The Outlet Of The Lake Of Thun



Meines Freundes

Aloys Reding


Around a wild and woody hill
A gravelled pathway treading,
We reached a votive Stone that bears
The name of Aloys Reding.

Well judged the Friend who placed it there
For silence and protection;
And haply with a finer care
Of dutiful affection.

The Sun regards it from the West;
And, while in summer glory
He sets, his sinking yields a type
Of that pathetic story:

And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss
Amid the grove to linger;
Till all is dim, save this bright Stone
Touched by his golden finger.

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