Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1721/Montenegro

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They rose to where their sovran eagle sails,
 They kept their faith, their freedom, on the height,
 Chaste, frugal, savage, arm'd by day and night
Against the Turk; whose inroad nowhere scales
Their headlong passes, but his footstep fails,
 And red with blood the Crescent reels from fight
 Before their dauntless hundreds, in prone flight
By thousands down the crags and thro' the vales.
O smallest among peoples! rough rock-throne
 Of freedom! warriors beating back the swarm
 Of Turkish Islam for five hundred years,
Great Tsernagora! never since thine own
 Black ridges drew the cloud and brake the storm
 Has breathed a race of mightier mountaineers.

Nineteenth Century.Alfred Tennyson.