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Poem October 17, 1808

Portland Gazette, And Maine Advertiser

Portland, Cumberland County, Maine

What is this article about?

Introduction to a poem imitating the Swiss air 'Ranz des Vaches,' expressing longing for the Swiss homeland, family, and rural scenes. Authored by the editor of the Sheffield Iris, dated Sheffield, June 10, 1808.

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We take a pleasure in adding to our stock of verifications of the celebrated Swiss Air "Ranz des Vaches," the following happy imitation from the pen of our valued friend, the editor of the Sheffield Iris, author of the Wanderer of Switzerland.

THE SONG OF THE SWISS,
In a Strange Land.

O when shall I visit the land of my birth,
The loveliest land on the face of the earth?
When shall I those scenes of affection explore,
Our forests, our fountains,
Our hamlets, our mountains,
With the pride of our mountains, the mind I adore?

O when shall I dance on the daisy white mead.
In the shade of an elm, to the sound of the reed?
When shall I return to thy lowly retreat,
Where all my fond objects of tenderness meet?
The lambs and the heifers that follow my call;
My father, my mother,
My sister, my brother,
And dear Isabella, the joy of them all?

O when shall I visit the land of my birth?
'Tis the loveliest land on the face of the earth.

Sheffield, June 10, 1808.

What sub-type of article is it?

Song Ode

What themes does it cover?

Patriotism Nature Seasons Friendship

What keywords are associated?

Swiss Song Ranz Des Vaches Homesickness Swiss Homeland Family Affection Sheffield Iris 1808

What entities or persons were involved?

The Editor Of The Sheffield Iris, Author Of The Wanderer Of Switzerland

Poem Details

Title

The Song Of The Swiss, In A Strange Land.

Author

The Editor Of The Sheffield Iris, Author Of The Wanderer Of Switzerland

Subject

Imitation Of The Swiss Air "Ranz Des Vaches"

Key Lines

O When Shall I Visit The Land Of My Birth, The Loveliest Land On The Face Of The Earth? Our Forests, Our Fountains, Our Hamlets, Our Mountains, With The Pride Of Our Mountains, The Mind I Adore? The Lambs And The Heifers That Follow My Call; My Father, My Mother, My Sister, My Brother, And Dear Isabella, The Joy Of Them All?

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