VII.

And they are mad, or more than madness seems Thy glow, enthusiast Courage! Many a boy Sees Valour’s guerdon shine with starry beams, And Danger, made a mockery, seems a joy! Yet swiftly hostile fires their ranks destroy, Nor yet to San Sebastian entrance gained. Already grief their glory ’gins to alloy, Lest ’neath that wall their glittering arms be stained. Ere comes defeat be, Graham, thy death-fire two-fold rained!