XV.

Sublime Pyrene feels his vigorous tread, And trembles Gaul with all her martial sons, For sure as Fate his legions shall be led To where Garumna’s stream to Ocean runs. Even now his mighty stride the nations stuns! Soult, on thine arm an Empire’s fate depends. From San Sebastian’s fortress to Bayonne’s, By Sarre and Ustaritz great Arthur bends. Soult spreads incessant toils which England’s lion rends.