The Ages [Extract]

XXXV.

  But thou, my country, thou shalt never fall,
  Save with thy children--thy maternal care,
  Thy lavish love, thy blessings showered on all--
  These are thy fetters--seas and stormy air
  Are the wide barrier of thy borders, where,
  Among thy gallant sons that guard thee well,
  Thou laugh'st at enemies: who shall then declare
  The date of thy deep-founded strength, or tell
How happy, in thy lap, the sons of men shall dwell.