  RIDING up the mountain In an open car, Engine puffing bravely— O, how high we are! Higher we are climbing, To the clouds we sail; All the world’s beneath us On the Rigi Rail. Past the slopes of verdure, Gay with gold and white, Past the crags and fissures, Up the giddy height. Torrents down below us Dashing through the vale, Snowclad peaks above us, On the Rigi Rail. Up, still up to cloudland, While the world below Shrinks to dots and pigmies Higher as we go. All around grows barren; Timid girls grow pale As the snow surrounds us On the Rigi Rail. Up at last—the summit Puffing Billy gains, And the sight that greets us Pays for all our pains. Alp on alp far stretching, Lake and plain and vale Spread in glory round us On the Rigi Rail. Nerves with joy are thrilling In that wondrous air, Ne’er did eyes enchanted See a sight so fair. Ne’er till memory falters And my senses fail Shall I forget that journey Upon the Rigi Rail. |
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