TWO Voices are there; one is of the sea, br One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice: br In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, br They were thy chosen music, Liberty! br There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee br Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven: br Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, br Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee.