Whose dumb majestic pomp yet awes the world, To animated forms of patriot zeal; Warm in the living majesty of virtue; Elate with fearless spirit; firm; resolved; By fortune nor subdued, nor awed by power. How raptured fancy burns, while warm in thought Stained with the blood of heroes. Cyrnus, hail! Hail to thy rocky, deep indented shores, And pointed cliffs, which hear the chafing deep Thy numerous streams, that bursting from the cliffs With grateful murmur: on the fearful edge Of the rude precipice, thy hamlets brown And straw-roofed cots, which from the level vale Scarce seen, amongst the craggy hanging cliffs Thy swelling mountains, brown with solemn shade Of various trees, that wave their giant arms And spreading chesnut, with each humbler plant, The prickly juniper, and the green leaf Which feeds the spinning worm; while glowing bright Beneath the various foliage, wildly spreads The arbutus, and rears his scarlet fruit Luxuriant, mantling o'er the craggy steeps; And thy own native laurel crowns the scene. Thy tangled thickets, and thy crowded woods, The haunt of herds untamed; which sullen bound From rock to rock with fierce unsocial air, And wilder gaze, as conscious of the power That loves to reign amid the lonely scenes And tumbling torrents; trackless deserts, plains And sunny hills which wave with bearded grain The mountain Goddess, loves to range at large Prints her majestic step. For these she scorns Of smooth savannahs, where the pillowed head And bowers that breathe of bliss. For these, when first This isle emerging like a beauteous gem From the dark bosom of the Tyrrhene main Reared its fair front, she marked it for her own, And with her spirit warmed. Her genuine sons, A broken remnant, from the generous stock Nor the long galling yoke of proud Liguria, With single arm, the whole collected force Of haughty Genoa, and ambitious Gaul. And shall withstand it-Trust the faithful Muse! It is not in the force of mortal arm, Scarcely in fate, to bind the struggling soul That galled by wanton power, indignant swells Against oppression; breathing great revenge, And favouring Heaven approves for see the Man, A glimpse of higher natures: just, as great; That lifts the hero, or adorns the man. Gave him the eye sublime; the searching glance, Keen, scanning deep, that smites the guilty soul As with a beam from heaven; on his brow Serene, and spacious front, set the broad seal Of dignity and rule; then smiled benign On this fair pattern of a God below, High wrought, and breathed into his swelling breast The large ambitious wish to save his country. |