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Great Pan himself low-whispering through the
reeds, “ Be thankful, thou; for, if unholy deeds Ravage the world, tranquillity is here!”
Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes
COMPOSED WHILE THE AUTHOR WAS ENGAGED IN WRITING A TRACT, OCCASIONED BY THE CONVENTION OF CINTRA.
1808. Not 'mid the World's vain objects that enslave The free-born Soul—that World whose vaunted
skill In selfish interest perverts the will, Whose factions lead astray the wise and bravem Not there; but in dark wood and rocky cave, 5 And hollow vale which foaming torrents fill With omnipresent murmur as they rave Down their steep beds, that never shall be still:
Here, mighty Nature! in this school sublime
COMPOSED AT THE SAME TIME AND ON THE SAME
I DROPPED my pen; and listened to the Wind
shrink, Tells also of bright calms that shall succeed.
He comes like Phæbus through the gates of morn
5 When dreary darkness is discomfited, Yet mark his modest state! upon his head, That simple crest, a heron's plume, is worn. O Liberty! they stagger at the shock From van to rear—and with one mind would flee,
10 But half their host is buried :-rock on rock Descends :-beneath this godlike Warrior, see ! Hills, torrents, woods, embodied to bemock The Tyrant, and confound his cruelty.
ADVANCE—come forth from thy Tyrolean
ground, Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed; Sweet Nymph, Orightly of the mountains
named! Through the long chain of Alps from mound
to mound And o'er the eternal snows, like Echo, bound; 5 Like Echo, when the hunter train at dawn Have roused her from her sleep: and forest
lawn, Cliffs, woods and caves, her viewless steps
resound And babble of her pastime!-On, dread Power! With such invisible motion speed thy flight, 10 Through hanging clouds, from craggy height to
height, Through the green vales and through the herds
man's bowerThat all the Alps may gladden in thy might, Here, there, and in all places at one hour.
FEELINGS OF THE TYROLESE. The Land we from our fathers had in trust, And to our children will transmit, or die: This is our maxim, this our piety; And God and Nature say that it is just. That which we would perforin in arms—we must!
5 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 Of them that were before us.—Sing aloud Old songs, the precious music of the heart! 10 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.
ALAS! what boots the long laborious quest
And is it among rude untutored Dales,
O’er the wide earth, on mountain and on
plain, Dwells in the affections and the soul of man A Godhead, like the universal Pan; But more exalted, with a brighter train : And shall his bounty be dispensed in vain, 5 Showered equally on city and on field, And neither hope nor stedfast promise yield In these usurping times of fear and pain ? Such doom awaits us. Nay, forbid it Heaven ! We know the arduous strife, the eternal laws 10 To which the triumph of all good is given, High sacrifice, and labour without pause, Even to the death :-else wherefore should the
Of man converse with immortality ?