OF mortal parents is the Hero born <br />By whom the undaunted Tyrolese are led? <br />Or is it Tell's great Spirit, from the dead <br />Returned to animate an age forlorn? <br />He comes like Phoebus through the gates of morn <br />When dreary darkness is discomfited, <br />Yet mark his modest state! upon his head, <br />That simple crest, a heron's plume, is worn. <br />O Liberty! they stagger at the shock <br />From van to rear--and with one mind would flee, <br />But half their host is buried:--rock on rock <br />Descends:--beneath this godlike Warrior, see! <br />Hills, torrents, woods, embodied to bemock <br />The Tyrant, and confound his cruelty.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hoffer/
