WE can endure that He should waste our lands, <br />Despoil our temples, and by sword and flame <br />Return us to the dust from which we came; <br />Such food a Tyrant's appetite demands: <br />And we can brook the thought that by his hands <br />Spain may be overpowered, and he possess, <br />For his delight, a solemn wilderness <br />Where all the brave lie dead. But, when of bands <br />Which he will break for us he dares to speak, <br />Of benefits, and of a future day <br />When our enlightened minds shall bless his sway; <br />'Then', the strained heart of fortitude proves weak; <br />Our groans, our blushes, our pale cheeks declare <br />That he has power to inflict what we lack strength to bear.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indignation-of-a-high-minded-spaniard/
