XLIV.

The wail of San Sebastian reached thy heart, Great Arthur, and provoked the stern command, Which none may dare dispute. The conqueror’s part Shall Mercy temper in the Gaulish land. Now on Pyrene’s farthest summit stand Thy legions bolder than e’er Cæsar’s arm To victory marshalled. Every crag was manned By arméd foes, yet quelled is War’s alarm Through Spain, such Valour’s power, such godlike Freedom’s charm!