VII.

Full many a howitzer by fair Irún, While rages still the blast, its thunder hoards; And there lies closely moored each strong pontoon, Beneath the town. Where Bidasóa’s fords, Through fishermen unawed by Gallic swords, To lynx-eyed vigilance their soundings yield, Castile shall pass and flout her tyrant lords. With deftest skill the troops are all concealed By Jonco, Biriatú, and Fuéntarabia’s field.