"THE POWER OF ARMIES IS A VISIBLE THING"

The power of Armies is a visible thing,[A] Formal, and circumscribed in time and space;[1] But who the limits of that power shall trace[2] Which a brave People into light can bring Or hide, at will,—for freedom combating 5 By just revenge inflamed? No foot may chase,[3] No eye can follow, to a fatal[4] place That power, that spirit, whether on the wing Like the strong wind, or sleeping like the wind Within its awful caves.—From year to year 10 Springs this indigenous produce far and near; No craft this subtle element can bind, Rising like water from the soil, to find In every nook a lip that it may cheer.