XIII.

Our German Chasseurs now by Halket led The Grand Monarque with vigorous footsteps climb. Before their onset fierce the Gaul hath fled; But, guardian of the pass, that peak sublime Must not be yielded in an instant’s time. Reille pours his masses on the mountain’s brow, With field artillery, to efface the crime Of light concession. Halt the Germans now, For tired and wounded sore their spirits an instant bow.