XIV HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye Thy matchless worth to all posterity. Blood flowed before thy sight without remorse; XV. SAY, what is Honour?-'Tis the finest sense Are forfeited; but infamy doth kill. VOL. II. R XVI. THE martial courage of a day is vain— An empty noise of death the battle's roar- Or fortitude be wanting to sustain, Armies or Kingdoms. We have heard a strain Austria a Daughter of her Throne hath sold! XVII. BRAVE Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight From Prussia's timid region. Go, and rest A Meteor wert thou in a darksome night; Is Fortune's frail dependant; yet there lives In whose pure sight all virtue doth succeed. R 2 XVIII. CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate Have "perished by his choice, and not his fate!" Hence lives He, to his inner self endeared; And hence, wherever virtue is revered, He sits a more exalted Potentate, Throned in the hearts of men. Should Heaven ordain That this great Servant of a righteous cause Must still have sad or vexing thoughts to endure, Yet may a sympathizing spirit pause, Admonished by these truths, and quench all pain In thankful joy and gratulation pure. |