A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.
Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!