Near The Outlet Of The Lake Of Thun "Dem Andenken Meines Freundes Aloys Reding Mdcccxviii." Around A Wild And Woody Hill A Gravelled Pathway 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; And, While In Summer Glory He Sets, His Sinking Yields 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.