XVIII.

’Tis Nial--Isabel; great Arthur’s form With grave Salustian’s stately fills the van. They reach the central square where late the storm Of War with surges wild hath rolled o’er San Sebastian dire calamity to Man. Great Arthur sad surveyed the ruin round, And at the sight a tear his eye o’erran, For every house was now a blackened mound, And Solitude more grim where Life so late was found.