XI. 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! In the wife's smile; and in the placid sky; Of them that were before us.-Sing aloud songs, the precious music of the heart! Give, herds and flocks, your voices to the wind! While we go forth, a self-devoted crowd, With weapons grasped in fearless hands, to assert Our virtue, and to vindicate mankind. XII. ALAS! what boots the long laborious quest And lead us on to that transcendent rest Beneath the brutal sword?-Her haughty Schools Than all the pride of intellect and thought? XII. AND is it among rude untutored Dales, Is it by rocks and woods that man prevails? Of fiercely-breathing war. The truth was felt XIV. O'ER the wide earth, on mountain and on plain. But more exalted, with a brighter train: XV. 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, Nor hath that moral good been vainly sought; Powers have they left, an impulse, and a claim |