Which curl in various wreaths:—how soon the smoke
Of Hell shall pall them in a deeper cloak!
LXXXVII.
Here pause we for the present—as even then
That awful pause, dividing Life from Death,
Struck for an instant on the hearts of men,—
Thousands of whom were drawing their last breath!
A moment—and all will be Life again!
The march! the charge! the shouts of either faith,
Hurrah! and Allah! and one moment more—