XVI. HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye Thy matchless worth to all posterity. Blood flowed before thy sight without remorse; XVII. SAY, what is Honour ?—'Tis the finest sense Are forfeited; but infamy doth kill. XVIII. THE martial courage of a day is vain, An empty noise of death the battle's roar, Or fortitude be wanting to sustain, Armies or kingdoms. We have heard a strain Austria a Daughter of her Throne hath sold! Murdered, like one ashore by shipwreck cast, XIX. BRAVE Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight A meteor wert thou crossing a dark night: Is Fortune's frail dependant; yet there lives In whose pure sight all virtue doth succeed. XX. CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate, Have 'perished by his choice, and not his fate!' And hence, wherever virtue is revered, He sits a more exalted Potentate, Throned in the hearts of men. Should Heaven ordain That this great Servant of a righteous cause Must still have sad or vexing thoughts to endure, Yet may a sympathising spirit pause, Admonished by these truths, and quench all pain In thankful joy and gratulation pure *. * See Note, to Sonnet VII. Page 181. |