Insuperable, and in his heart rejoiced.
Oh that the Musselman were here, he cried,
With all his myriads! While thy day endures,
Moor! thou may’st lord it in the plains; but here
Hath Nature for the free and brave prepared
A sanctuary, where no oppressor’s power,
No might of human tyranny can pierce.
The tears which started then sprang not alone
From lofty thoughts of elevating joy;
For love and admiration had their part,