XXXIV.

She said, and pointing to the fields of France, And beckoning Arthur on with Godlike smile, That bids the Hero fearlessly advance, Her giant form dissolves in air, the while Pyrene shakes with earthquake many a mile, From peak to peak the volleying thunders roll. Great Arthur marched, and heaped the trophied pile, His Destiny fulfilling to its goal, And Heaven for long renown hath spared his hero-soul.