X.

This might not long be borne: the tameless hills Have voices from the cave and cataract swelling, Fraught with His name whose awful presence fills Their deep lone places, and for ever telling That He hath made man free! and they, whose dwelling Was in those ancient fastnesses, gave ear; The weight of sufferance from their hearts repelling, They rose--the forester--the mountaineer-- Oh! what hath earth more strong than the good peasant spear?