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;

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.