The Town of Schwytz

William Wordsworth

BY antique fancy trimmed,—though lowly, bred

To dignity,—in thee, O Schwytz! are seen

The genuine features of the golden mean;

Equality by Prudence governéd,

Or jealous Nature ruling in her stead;

And therefore art thou blest with peace, serene

As that of the sweet fields and meadows green

In unambitious compass round thee spread.

Majestic Berne, high on her guardian steep,

Holding a central station of command,

Might well be styled this noble body’s head;

Thou, lodged mid mountainous intrenchments deep,

Its heart; and ever may the heroic land

Thy name, O Schwytz! in happy freedom keep!