XXVII.

“List to thy Destiny, and nerve thy arm To accomplish Heaven’s designs. By fair Nivelle Thy next great battle shall with dire alarm Man’s bitter foes affright in Earth and Hell. For fortress-crags and precipices fell, Cyclopian castles hewn from solid rock, Redoubt and natural tower where eagles dwell, Thou’lt instant carry with resistless shock, The arméd river ford, the plains of France bemock!