“The hills were made for freedom”
When freedom from her home was driven,
’Mid vine-clad vales of Switzerland,
She sought the glorious Alps of heaven,
And there, ’mid cliffs by lightnings riven,
Gathered her hero-band.
And still outrings her freedom-song,
Amid the glaciers sparkling there,
At Sabbath bell, as peasants throng
Their mountain fastnesses along,
Happy, and free as air.
The hills were made for freedom; they
Break at a breath the tyrant’s rod;
Chains clank in valleys; there the prey
Writhes ’neath Oppression’s heel alway:
Hills bow to none but God!