THE Land we from our fathers had in trust, <br />And to our children will transmit, or die: <br />This is our maxim, this our piety; <br />And God and Nature say that it is just. <br />That which we 'would' perform in arms--we must! <br />We read the dictate in the infant's eye; <br />In the wife's smile; and in the placid sky; <br />And, at our feet, amid the silent dust <br />Of them that were before us.--Sing aloud <br />Old songs, the precious music of the heart! <br />Give, herds and flocks, your voices to the wind! <br />While we go forth, a self-devoted crowd, <br />With weapons grasped in fearless hands, to assert <br />Our virtue, and to vindicate mankind.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-of-the-tyrolese/
