Chapter 29 No.29

He who, upon an Alpine peak,

Stands, when the sunrise lifts the East,

And gilds the crown and lights the cheek

Of largest monarch down to least,

Of all the summits cold and bleak,

Finds sadly that it brings no boon

For all his long and toilsome leagues,

And chill at once and weary soon,

Rests from his fevers and fatigues,