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| THE SHADES of night were falling fast, | |
| As through an Alpine village passed | |
| A youth, who bore, mid snow and ice, | |
| A banner with the strange device, | |
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| His brow was sad; his eye beneath, | |
| Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, | |
| And like a silver clarion rung | |
| The accents of that unknown tongue, | |
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| In happy homes he saw the light | |
| Of household fires gleam warm and bright; | |
| Above, the spectral glaciers shone, | |
| And from his lips escaped a groan, | |
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| “Try not the Pass!” the old man said; | |
| “Dark lowers the tempest overhead, | |
| The roaring torrent is deep and wide!” | |
| And loud that clarion voice replied, | |
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| “O, stay,” the maiden said, “and rest | |
| Thy weary head upon this breast!” | |
| A tear stood in his bright blue eye, | |
| But still he answered, with a sigh, | |
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| “Beware the pine-tree’s withered branch! | |
| Beware the awful avalanche!” | |
| This was the peasant’s last Good-night, | |
| A voice replied, far up the height, | |
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| At break of day, as heavenward | |
| The pious monks of Saint Bernard | |
| Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, | |
| A voice cried through the startled air, | |
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| A traveller, by the faithful hound, | |
| Half buried in the snow was found, | |
| Still grasping in his band of ice | |
| That banner with the strange device, | |
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| There, in the twilight cold and gray, | |
| Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, | |
| And from the sky, serene and far, | |
| A voice fell, like a falling star, | |
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