XXVII.

And leaned their comrades on their firelocks then, Whose spirits stern had ne’er before been quelled; And muttered, “What could more be asked of men?” And for an instant’s time almost rebelled. But rose a tear to Morton’s eye, and held His forehead Nial aching at the sight Of warriors whom fatigue like death-shot felled. When saw the men their leaders felt aright, A hearty cheer they gave, and scaled the fearful height.