XXV.

See on Pyrene’s loftiest summit stand Majestic Freedom, o’er the despot’s frown Gigantic towering till her forehead grand The Sun encircles for a fitting crown, And stream rays brighter from her eyelids down! The rainbow clothes her Heaven-ascending form. Her mighty arm great Arthur beckons on, Against Soult’s host to urge the fiery storm, And thus with voice sublime she speaks in accents warm:--