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THE TYROL.

ADVANCE-come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,
Dear Liberty! stern nymph of soul untamed,
Sweet nymph, oh, 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
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 thro’the herdsman's bower,
That 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 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 in the fearless hand, to assert
Our virtue and to vindicate mankind.

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;
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
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.

GERMANY.

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 so reign hill;
What is it, but a vain and curious skill,
If sapient Germany must lie depressed,
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?

ZARAGOZA. 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, Like him of noble birth and noble mind; By ladies, meek-eyed women without fear; And wanderers of the street, to whom is dealt The bread which without industry they find.

Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye We can approach, thy sorrow to behold, Yet is the heart not pitiless nor cold; Such spectacle demands not tear or sigh, These desolate remains are trophies high Of more than martial courage in the breast Of peaceful civic virtue: they attest Thy matchless worth to all posterity. Blood flowed before thy sight without remorse ; Disease consumed thy vitals; war upheaved The ground beneath thee with volcanic force; Dread trials ! yet encountered and sustained Till not a wreck of help or hope remained, And law was from necessity received.

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,
Showered equally on city and on field,
And neither hope nor steadfast 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
To which the triumph of all good is given,
High sacrifice, and labour without pause,
Even to the death: else wherefore should the eye
Of man converse with immortality?

PALAFOX. 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 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. 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.

HONOUR.

Say, what is honour? 'Tis the finest sense
Of justice which the human mind can frame,
Intent each lurking frailty to disclaim,
And guard the way of life from all offence

Suffered or done. When lawless violence
A kingdom doth assault, and in the scale
Of perilous war her weightiest armies fail,
Honour is hopeful elevation-whence
Glory, and triumph. Yet with politic skill
Endangered states may yield to terms unjust,
Stoop their proud heads, but not unto the dust,
A foe's most favourite purpose to fulfil ;
Happy occasions oft by self-mistrust
Are forfeited; but infamy doth kill.

AUSTRIA. The martial courage of a day is vain, An empty noise of death the battle's roar, If vital hope be wanting to restore, Or fortitude be wanting to sustain, Armies or kingdoms. We have heard a strain Of triumph, how the labouring Danube bore A weight of hostile corses : drenched with gore Were the wide fields, the hamlets heaped with slain. Yet see, the mighty tumult overpast, Austria a daughter of her throne hath sold ! And her Tyrolean champion we behold Murdered like one ashore by shipwreck cast, Murdered without relief. Oh! blind as bold, To think that such assurance can stand fast!

SCHILL. 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.

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