XLII.

A day of terror to a night of gloom Succeedeth; light reveals no glimpse of joy. But rends the Sun the veil from living tomb, To show how swift can ruffians armed destroy. Thy treasures, San Sebastian, a decoy, Thy household gods are shivered into dust! Nor yet upon thy fell invaders cloy Barbarian violence and Rapine’s lust. The thunder-storm hath ceased--but, Heaven, thy arm is just!