IT was a 'moral' end for which they fought; Else how, when mighty Thrones were put to shame, Could they, poor Shepherds, have preserved an aim, A resolution, or enlivening thought? Nor hath that moral good been 'vainly' sought; For in their magnanimity and fame Powers have they left, an impulse, and a claim Which neither can be overturned nor bought. Sleep, Warriors, sleep! among your hills repose! We know that ye, beneath the stern control Of awful prudence, keep the unvanquished soul: And when, impatient of her guilt and woes, Europe breaks forth; then, Shepherds! shall ye rise For perfect triumph o'er your Enemies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER REVELATION by ROBERT PENN WARREN SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 5. SHE THINKS OF THE FAITHFUL ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 6. ON THE CORK PACKET, 1837 by T. BAKER |