IX. FEELINGS OF THE TYROLESE. THE Land we from our Fathers had in trust, And God and Nature say that it is just. That which we would perform in arms—we must! We read the dictate in the Infant's eye; In the Wife's smile; and in the placid sky; And, at our feet, amid the silent dust Old Songs, the precious music of the heart! While we go forth, a self-devoted crowd, With weapons in the fearless hand, to assert Our virtue, and to vindicate mankind. X. ALAS! what boots the long, laborious quest And lead us on to that transcendant rest If sapient Germany must lie deprest, Beneath the brutal sword?—Her haughty Schools Shall blush; and may not we with sorrow say, A few strong instincts and a few plain rules, Among the herdsmen of the Alps, have wrought More for mankind at this unhappy day Than all the pride of intellect and thought. XI. AND is it among rude untutored Dales, Is it by rocks and woods that man prevails? Of fiercely-breathing war. The truth was felt XII. O'ER the wide earth, on mountain and on plain, But more exalted, with a brighter train. High sacrifice, and labour without pause, eye XIII. ON THE FINAL SUBMISSION OF THE TYROLESE. It was a moral end for which they fought; Else how, when mighty Thrones were put to shame, Could they, poor Shepherds, have preserved an aim, A resolution, or enlivening thought? Nor hath that moral good been vainly sought; For in their magnanimity and fame |