Into the quiet and amenity
O' the meadow-land below? By crying 'Done
With fight now, down with fortress'? Rather—'Dare
On, dare ever, not a stone displaced!'
Cries Wisdom: 'Cradle of our ancestors,
Be bulwark, give our children safety still!
Who of our children please may stoop and taste
O' the valley-fatness, unafraid,—for why?
At first alarm they have thy mother-ribs
To run upon for refuge; foes forget