XIII.

The hour is come! Breaks heavily the morn From densest misty shroud. Great Arthur calls For nigh a thousand hearts that danger scorn To rush like Ocean-surge against the walls, And swarm where thickest fly the deadly balls: “Men who can show what ’tis to mount a breach.” That voice inspires with valour where it falls; A thousand men leap forward--heroes each-- With arms to pluck the prize where Romans dare not reach!