XII.

Now had endurance reach’d its bounds! They came With courage set in each bright earnest eye, The day, the signal, and the hour to name, When they should gather on their hills to die, Or shake the glaciers with their joyous cry For the land’s freedom. ’Twas a scene combining All glory in itself--the solemn sky, The stars, the waves their soften’d light enshrining, And man’s high soul supreme o’er mighty Nature shining.