XXXIV.

But Blanca in the sound and sight rejoiced, Which ever told of liberty to Spain, And soon she hoped to see the standard hoist Sublime on San Sebastian’s towers again-- The rampant lions spurning Gallic chain! And as the shells arose, the fireballs flew, She rowed along the bosom of the main Beneath the wall, as danger she would woo, Yet shuddered too at times--for Morton there she knew.