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TO THE TYROLESE.
Not merely that in you was proved the mightOf men, who standing on their native soil,
Resolve it shall not be an easy spoil,
Do I with triumph and with heart's delight
Recall your deeds here done in hardy fight—
Nor that ye caught the hunter in the toil,
A miserable prey! and made recoil
The hosts of France with loss and hideous flight:
But that ye teach a holier lesson still,
But that in you and in your foe were showed
The strength, the courage, the enduring will,
The glory of the men who lean on God;
The blindness, the defeat, the panic fear
Of them whose only trust is in their sword and spear.
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