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THE CHIMES OF LUCERNE.

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Struggling to discern its outline

Shadowed on the distant sky;

While the clouds, like unknown ranges,

Fringed the city on each side,

Fading in the dimmer vastness

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Of the night horizon wide.

And the Lion, in his cold niche,

Felt the grandeur of the scene;

Lived again in martyred heroes

Glorious days that once had been.

Through Lucerne the chimes rang louder,

Chanting for the noble slain,

And the lives so freely given

In a duty that was vain.

And they tolled in holy rhythm,

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