Chapter 155 of 528 · 70 words · ~1 min read

XVIII.

No tongue may tell the transport of delight, That hailed this triumph of their patriot arms. A troop from fair Guerníca marched ere night For San Sebastian, amid War’s alarms To prove the spirit which the Vascon warms. And Blanca and her blithe barqueras rowed Once more to aid the siege with Hebe charms, While Carlos to whose arm she safety owed Her shallop bore to San Sebastian, his abode:--