Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Switzerland and Austria: Vol. XVI. 1876–79.
The Lion of Lucerne
By A. Judson Rich (18341915)O
There stood a bridge with friendly light,
Fair beacon for the treacherous night,
By traveller and boatman seen;
Lucerna was its name,
Born of its lambent flame,
True symbol of celestial sheen.
Begirt with Roman wall and moat;
In ancient days here Cæsar smote,
With arm of strength, all haughty foes,—
And Roman valor still
Inspires the common will,
And nerves the arm for valiant blows.
In ruin lie; no signal light,
As erst, illumes the darkling night;
No feud invites the midnight fray;
But mountain shadows fall,
The wealth and joy of all,—
All nature smiles in sweet array.
And rich cathedral, quaint and old,
Whose organ-music doth unfold
The heart, as message from the skies:
A thing of beauty we discern
In the Lion of Lucerne,
A joy forever to all eyes.
Danish Thorwaldsen’s masterpiece,
Couchant, transfixed, without surcease
Of pain, struggles against the shock;
And while for breath he gasps,
Lily of France he grasps
With ardent pressure ere he dies.
His swollen eyes weep drops of blood,
Fit emblem of the crimson flood
That filled the Tuileries when the ground
Lay thick with noble dead,
To cruel slaughter led,
Touching with grief the wide world round.