Felt that such hero-memories could give
A life through which e'en words of mine might live.
What though the shadow of the tomb still broods,
While wand'ring here, o'er all my spirit's moods,
What though grief sadden, or though crime appal?
A hero-spirit breathes throughout it all!
Deep in my heart of hearts I bear away
A sad, sweet echo of thy mourning lay;
And as I sat beneath thy mountain's frown,
And saw thy torrents from the clouds leap down,