XXII.

Five deadly hours that conflict fell did last, And o’er the scarp now streams the flood of War; But many a barricade must still be past, Where dauntless Rey disputes ’gainst Victory’s star, With feeble garrison that yields each bar, O’erpowered by numbers though they battled well. And, vanquished soon by Fate, entrenched they are In Mont’ Orgullo, where both shot and shell Pours on the brave resolved their lives to dearly sell.