XXIX.

“Then o’er the Adour a monster-bridge thou’lt cast, Lashing the Ocean-tide with chain of power, Through no vain boast like Xerxes when he past The stormy Hellespont to mine my tower In godlike Greece--but fell before her flower! Hope’s chained chasse-marées and gigantic boom Shall ope a pathway to extend my dower To Nations suffering ’neath despotic doom, And o’er the dashing surge shall roll the cannon’s womb.