The power of Armies is a visible thing, br Formal, and circumscribed in time and space; br But who the limits of that power shall trace br Which a brave People into light can bring br Or hide, at will,--for freedom combating br By just revenge inflamed? No foot may chase, br No eye can follow, to a fatal place br That power, that spirit, whether on the wing br Like the strong wind, or sleeping like the wind br Within its awful caves.--From year to year br Springs this indigenous produce far and near; br No craft this subtle element can bind, br Rising like water from the soil, to find br In every nook a lip that it may cheer.