LXXXIV.

Oh! the dread mingling, in that awful hour, Of all terrific sounds!--the savage tone Of the wild horn, the cannon’s peal, the shower Of hissing darts, the crash of walls o’erthrown, The deep dull tambour’s beat--man’s voice alone Is there unheard! Ye may not catch the cry Of trampled thousands--prayer, and shriek, and moan, All drown’d, as that fierce hurricane sweeps by, But swell the unheeded sum earth pays for victory.