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Uncovered to his grave: 'tis closed,-her loss The Mother then mourns, as she needs must
mourn; But soon, through Christian faith, is grief
subdued ; And joy returns, to brighten fortitude.
FEELINGS OF A NOBLE BISCAYAN AT ONE OF
1810. YET, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes With firmer soul, yet labour to regain Our ancient freedom; else 'twere worse than
vain To gather round the bier these festal shows. A garland fashioned of the pure white rose 5 Becomes not one whose father is a slave: Oh, bear the infant covered to his grave! These venerable mountains now enclose A people sunk in apathy and fear. If this endure, farewell, for us, all good! 10 The awful light of heavenly innocence Will fail to illuminate the infant's bier ; And guilt and shame, from which is no defence, Descend on all that issues from our blood.
THE OAK OF GUERNICA. The ancient oak of Guernica, says Laborde in his
account of Biscay, is a most venerable natural monument. Ferdinand and Isabella, in the year 1476, after hearing Mass in the church of Santa Maria de la Antigua, repaired to this tree, under
which they swore to the Biscayans to maintain their fueros (privileges). What other interest belongs to it in the minds of this people will appear from the following
SUPPOSED ADDRESS TO THE SAME. 1810. Oak of Guernica ! Tree of holier power Than that which in Dodona did enshrine (So faith too fondly deemed) a voice divine Heard from the depths of its aërial bower— 4 How canst thou flourish at this blighting hour? What hope, what joy can sunshine bring to thee, Or the soft breezes from the Atlantic sea, The dews of morn, or April's tender shower ? Stroke merciful and welcome would that be Which should extend thy branches on the ground,
10 If never more within their shady round Those lofty-minded Lawgivers shall meet, Peasant and lord, in their appointed seat, Guardians of Biscay's ancient liberty.
INDIGNATION OF A HIGH-MINDED SPANIARD,
1810. We can endure that He should waste our lands, Despoil our temples, and by sword and flame Return us to the dust from which we came; Such food a Tyrant's appetite demands; And we can brook the thought that by his
hands Spain may be overpowered, and he possess, For his delight, a solemn wilderness Where all the brave lie dead. But, when of
\Vhich he will break for us he dares to speak, Of benefits, and of a future day When our enlightened minds shall bless his
sway; Then the strained heart of fortitude proves
weak; Our groans, our blushes, our pale cheeks declare That he has power to inflict what we lack
strength to bear.
XXVIII. AVAUNT all specious pliancy of mind In men of low degree, all smooth pretence! I better like a blunt indifference, And self-respecting slowness, disinclined To win me at first sight: and be there joined 5 Patience and temperance with this high reserve, Honour that knows the path and will not
Swerve; Affections which, if put to proof, are kind; And piety towards God. Such men of old Were England's native growth; and through
out Spain (Thanks to high God) forests of such remain : Then for that Country let our hopes be bold; For matched with these shall policy prove vain, Her arts, her strength, her iron, and her gold.
1810. O’ERWEENING Statesmen have full long relied On fleets and armies, and external wealth: But from within proceeds a Nation's health; Which shall not fail, though poor men cleave
with pride To the paternal floor; or turn aside,
In the thronged city, from the walks of gain,
night Through heavy swamp, or over snow-clad
heightThese hardships ill-sustained, these dangers
past, The roving Spanish Bands are reached at last, Charged, and dispersed like foam : but as a
flight Of scattered quails by signs do reunite, So these,—and, heard of once again, are chased With combinations of long-practised art And newly-kindled hope ; but they are fled - 10 Gone are they, viewless as the buried dead: Where now?_Their sword is at the Foeman's
heart! And thus from year to year his walk they
thwart, And hang like dreams around his guilty bed.
1810. See Laborde's character of the Spanish people ; from him the sentiment of these last two lines is taken,
1811. THEY seek, are sought; to daily battle led, Shrink not, though far outnumbered by their
For they have learnt to open and to close
1811. THE power of Armies is a visible thing, Formal, and circumscribed in time and space; But who the limits of that power shall trace Which a brave People into light can bring Or hide, at will, for freedom combating 5 By just revenge inflamed ? No foot may chase, No eye can follow, to a fatal place That power, that spirit, whether on the wing Like the strong wind, or sleeping like the wind Within its awful caves.-From year to year 10