XXXII.

It is great Arthur, who the varying chance Of mountain-warfare spirit-like doth seize. Cole eagle-eyed and gallant Picton France Would fain cut off; but now our Chief with ease Averts the danger. Rapid as the breeze, Somerset’s charger gallops carrying far His fresh instructions. Dashes through the trees The French light horse--in vain his course they mar, And Arthur tranquil rides, the ascent to him no bar.