Memorial, Near the Outlet of the Lake of Thun

“dem andenken
meines freundes
aloys reding
mdcccxviii.”

Around a wild and woody hill
A gravelled path-way treading,
We reached a votive Stone that bears
The name of Aloys Reding.

Well judged the Friend who placed it there
For silence and protection,
And haply with a finer care
Of dutiful affection.

The Sun regards it from the West,
Sinking in summer glory;
And, while he sinks, affords a type
Of that pathetic story.

And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss
Amid the grove to linger;
Till all is dim, save this bright Stone
Touched by his golden finger