VII.

The Chofre hills with giant carronades Are horror-crested. Far on either side Swift Uruméa, while the twilight fades, Are armed the enormous batteries deep and wide. And opens now like thunder to deride Yon beacon light the loud artillery’s roar, With fire and smoke that seem to Hell allied, Makes wall and castle reel and tremble sore, And shakes the affrighted wave that foams along the shore!