Clear strides in all and new directions;
Crisp air in fresh draughts;
Cold winters, warm summers, perfection:
Could it be closer?
I feel it on brückes and on strasses
I hear a still call
I look forward, up, with new glasses
I sense it stand tall
‘Have you forgotten,’ it asks, ‘your past?
How Zwingli stood strong?
Have you known yourself, Grossmünster height?
Hurry not, be still
Take what is good and what is bad too
In steady Swiss stride.
Meandering is good for the soul–
It lets the call wake
Awaken anew, alpenstock heart
Ascend to new peaks
Ascribe to the alps due reverence
Arise on fresh feet
By mountain paths you found the dawning
Before you sailed forth
Beyond your rooted climbing wonder
Because you wend back
The alpen call, a distant echo
The last Swiss sound sensed
The longing soul for vale, lake, mountain
The foot journey home