XIII.

Not his the blame for San Sebastian’s deeds; Upon the mountain-peaks he guides the war. No warning voice the ravening soldier heeds, And battling rides the Chief revered afar. To Fuentarabia’s walls our legions bar The French approach, and Bidasoa runs Round tall San Marcial’s foot their path to mar; And Spain hath banded there her warrior sons, While o’er the river’s edge France points her thunderous guns.