XV.

Narrow the pathway leading to the ridge, Which now the Frenchmen clustering strongly hold; But o’er it urge, like passing tiniest bridge, In single column led by Cameron bold, Our heroes as at Azincour of old. The hill doth inward curve--concentrate fire The foemen pour; but by the shout appalled Of sturdiest freemen, swift the French retire, The British bayonet ne’er withstanding in its ire.