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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; 5 For in their magnanimity and fame Powers have they left, an impulse, and a claim Which neither can be overturned nor bought. Sleep, Warriors, sleep! among your hills
repose! We know that ye, beneath the stern control 10 Of awful prudence, keep the unvanquished
soul : And when, impatient of her guilt and woes, Europe breaks forth; then, Shepherds! shall
ye rise For perfect triumph o'er your Enemies.
Hail, Zaragoza ! If with unwet eye
Dread trials ! yet encountered and sustained Till not a wreck of help or hope remained, And law was from necessity received.
Say, what is Honour ? —'Tis the finest sense
The martial courage of a day is vain,
Murdered without relief. Oh! blind as bold, To think that such assurance can stand fast!
XIX. BRAVE Schill! by death delivered, take thy
flight From Prussia's timid region. Go, and rest With heroes, 'mid the islands of the Blest, Or in the fields of empyrean light. A meteor wert thou crossing a dark night: 5 Yet shall thy name, conspicuous and sublime, Stand in the spacious firmament of time, Fixed as a star: such glory is thy right. Alas! it may not be : for earthly fame Is Fortune's frail dependant; yet there lives 10 A Judge, who, as man claims by merit, gives; To whose all-pondering mind a noble aim, Faithfully kept, is as a noble deed; In whose pure sight all virtue doth succeed.
xx. Call not the royal Swede unfortunate, Who never did to Fortune bend the knee; Who slighted fear; rejected stedfastly Temptation; and whose kingly name and state Have “perished by his choice, and not his fate!”
5 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 10 Must still have sad or vexing thoughts to
endure, Yet may a sympathising spirit pause,
Admonished by these truths, and quench all
pain In thankful joy and gratulation pure.'
LOOK now on that Adventurer who hath paid
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer
* See Note to Sonnet vii, page 130.
Say can he think of this with mind serene
1810. Ah! where is Palafox ? Nor tongue nor pen Reports of him, his dwelling or his grave! Does yet the unheard-of vessel ride the wave ? Or is she swallowed up, remote from ken Of pitying human nature ? Once again
5 Methinks that we shall hail thee, Champion
brave, Redeemed to baffle that imperial Slave, And through all Europe cheer desponding men With new-born hope. Unbounded is the might Of martyrdom, and fortitude, and right. 10 Hark, how thy Country triumphs !-Smilingly The Eternal looks upon her sword that gleams, Like his own lightning, over mountains high, On rampart, and the banks of all her streams.
In due observance of an ancient rite,