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HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!
Thus in your books the record shall be found,
'A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound—
ARMINIUS!—all the people quaked like dew
Stirred by the breeze; they rose, a Nation, true,
True to herself the mighty Germany,

She of the Danube and the Northern Sea,
She rose, and off at once the yoke she threw.
All power was given her in the dreadful trance;
Those new-born Kings she withered like a flame.'
-Woe to them all! but heaviest woe and shame
To that Bavarian who could first advance
His banner in accursed league with France,
First open traitor to the German name!

V.

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 brave

Not there; but in dark wood and rocky cave,
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
I weigh the hopes and fears of suffering Spain;
For her consult the auguries of time,

And through the human heart explore my way;
And look and listen-gathering, whence I may,
Triumph, and thoughts no bondage can restrain.

VI.

COMPOSED AT THE SAME TIME AND ON THE SAME

OCCASION.

I DROPPED my pen; and listened to the Wind
That sang of trees up-torn and vessels tost-
A midnight harmony; and wholly lost

To the general sense of men by chains confined
Of business, care, or pleasure; or resigned

To timely sleep. Thought I, the impassioned strain,
Which, without aid of numbers, I sustain,
Like acceptation from the World will find.
Yet some with apprehensive ear shall drink
A dirge devoutly breathed o'er sorrows past;
And to the attendant promise will give heed—
The prophecy,-like that of this wild blast,
Which, while it makes the heart with sadness shrink,
Tells also of bright calms that shall succeed.

VII.

HOFFER.

OF mortal parents is the Hero born
By whom the undaunted Tyrolese are led?
Or is it Tell's great Spirit, from the dead
Returned to animate an age forlorn?

He comes like Phoebus through the gates of morn
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,*
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.

VIII.

ADVANCE come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,
Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed;
Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named!
Through the long chain of Alps from mound to mound
And o'er the eternal snows, like Echo, bound;

Like Echo, when the hunter train at dawn

* The murderers are aghast! they strive to flee.-Edit. 1815.

:

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,

Through hanging clouds, from craggy height to height, Through the green vales and through the herdsman's

bower

That all the Alps may gladden in thy might,
Here, there, and in all places at one hour.

IX.

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 perform in arms-we must!
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!
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.

X.

ALAS! what boots the long laborious quest
Of moral prudence, sought through good and ill
Or pains abstruse-to elevate the will,
And lead us on to that transcendent rest
Where every passion shall the sway attest
Of Reason, seated on her sovereign hill;
What is it but a vain and curious skill,
If sapient Germany must lie deprest,

Beneath the brutal sword ?—Her haughty Schools
Shall blush; and may not we with sorrow say,
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules,
Among the herdsmen of the Alps, have wrought
More for mankind at this unhappy day

Than all the pride of intellect and thought?

XI.

AND is it among rude untutored Dales,
There, and there only, that the heart is true?
And, rising to repel or to subdue,

Is it by rocks and woods that man prevails?
Ah no! though Nature's dread protection fails,
There is a bulwark in the soul. This knew

Iberian Burghers when the sword they drew
In Zaragoza, naked to the gales

Of fiercely-breathing war. The truth was felt
By Palafox,* and many a brave compeer,

* The Spanish leader who twice defended Zaragoza with heroic bravery,

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