THE Land we from our fathers had in trust,
And to our children will transmit, or die:
This is our maxim, this our piety;
And God and Nature say that it is just.
That which we 'would' perform in arms--we must!
We read the dictate in the infant's eye;
In the wife's smile; and in the placid sky;
And, at our feet, amid the silent dust
Of them that were before us.--Sing aloud
Old songs, the precious music of the heart!
Give, herds and flocks, your voices to the wind!
While we go forth, a self-devoted crowd,
With weapons grasped in fearless hands, to assert
Our virtue, and to vindicate mankind.
More verses by William Wordsworth
- To The Daisy (First Poem)
- Feelings Of A French Royalist, On The Disinterment Of The Remains Of The Duke D’enghien
- Composed At The Same Time And On The Same Occasion
- Epitaphs Translated From Chiabrera
- Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem