THEY seek, are sought; to daily battle led, <br />Shrink not, though far outnumbered by their Foes, <br />For they have learnt to open and to close <br />The ridges of grim war; and at their head <br />Are captains such as erst their country bred <br />Or fostered, self-supported chiefs,--like those <br />Whom hardy Rome was fearful to oppose; <br />Whose desperate shock the Carthaginian fled. <br />In One who lived unknown a shepherd's life <br />Redoubted Viriatus breathes again; <br />And Mina, nourished in the studious shade, <br />With that great Leader vies, who, sick of strife <br />And bloodshed, longed in quiet to be laid <br />In some green island of the western main.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spanish-guerillas/
