"Swiss Home-Sickness" by Mrs. Felicia Hemans

My hills with all their soaring steeps,

With all their glaciers bright,

Where in his joy the chamois leaps,

Mocking the hunter’s might.

Oh! but to climb the uplands free,

And, where the pure streams foam,

By the blue shining lake, to see,

Once more, my hamlet-home!

Here, no familiar look I trace;

I touch no friendly hand;

No child laughs kindly in my face—

As in dear Switzerland!