XXXI.

“See--see, the Intrusive King o’er Ebro flies, In pale affright by Baylen’s victory driven; But tall Pyrene’s bulwarks o’er him rise, A shield impregnable to despots given. Dissolve, dissolve that towering rampart, Heaven! And aid our vengeful spear to hurl him back. By Spain’s right arm be Spain’s rude fetters riven. Our warriors move--of zeal there is no lack. The Invaders feel their ire, like gathering thunder black.