“Love mount RIGI, Queen of the Mountains.”

Upon the heart of Switzerland she lies,  
A regal form that brushes cobalt skies,  
Mount Rigi, crowned in dawn’s auroral light,  
Queen of the Mountains, clad in snowy white.  

She wakes before the sun—the lakes below  
Still dream beneath a veil of mist and glow.  
Luzern’s jewels twinkle at her feet,  
While Zug and Lauerz in her presence meet.  

Her slopes are forests, deep in emerald hue,  
Where wildflowers breathe the morning dew.  
The chime of cowbells drifts on summer air,  
And wandering trails invite all souls to care.  

Take the cogwheel train, ascending slow,  
Past daisies dancing in green meadows low—  
Atop, the air is crisp, horizons wide,  
The mighty Alps kneel humbly at her side.  

At sunset, regal robes of rose and fire  
Wrap Rigi in silks of soft desire;  
She reigns in silence while the stars awake,  
Their silver crowns adrift upon her lake.  

O Queen of Mountains, gentle sovereign,  
Your grace inspires, again and yet again—  
All hearts who seek your summit’s embrace,  
Find peace and awe within your stately face.  

To love Mount Rigi is to know the song  
Of earth and sky where the spirits belong—  
She bids the weary traveler to see  
The queenly heart of Switzerland set free.

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