AND is it among rude untutored Dales, <br />There, and there only, that the heart is true? <br />And, rising to repel or to subdue, <br />Is it by rocks and woods that man prevails? <br />Ah no! though Nature's dread protection fails, <br />There is a bulwark in the soul. This knew <br />Iberian Burghers when the sword they drew <br />In Zaragoza, naked to the gales <br />Of fiercely-breathing war. The truth was felt <br />By Palafox, and many a brave compeer, <br />Like him of noble birth and noble mind; <br />By ladies, meek-eyed women without fear; <br />And wanderers of the street, to whom is dealt <br />The bread which without industry they find.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-is-it-among-rude-untutored-dales/
