XXVIII.

Yet nought could baffle England’s Chieftain-shield, Who drove the Invader to Pyrene’s foot, With thunder-shock on many a battle-field, While Spain with aidful arm the foeman smote. Oh, glorious rivalship! where late each throat Was hostile grasped, now rank with rank contending, Now side by side,--the Armada’s strife forgot, Gibraltar’s griefs, Saint Vincent’s memory rending-- Against the general foe in War’s proud union blending.