XXXII.

“At Tarbes, Bigorre, and Gaudens thou shalt next Still conquering pass to fair Tolosa’s wall, Where Soult will desperate stand, and Spain perplext Behold her warriors snared in thousands fall. But Clinton, Beresford his breast-works all Will dauntless carry amid carnage dire; Mont Rave thou’lt win ere Night shall spread her pall, And bristling still shall warlike Soult retire, While o’er Garonne thou’lt pass and Victory’s salvo fire.