XIV.

Sounds from the waters, sounds upon the earth, Sounds in the air, of battle! Yet with these A voice is mingling, whose deep tones give birth To faith and courage! From luxurious ease A gallant few have started! O’er the seas, From the Seven Towers,[207] their banner waves its sign; And Hope is whispering in the joyous breeze, Which plays amidst its folds. That voice was _thine_; _Thy_ soul was on that band, devoted Constantine.