The lengthened Columns tailing far behind.
Now the steep Mountain-cliff their steps assail,
Again descending, Wind into the Vale.
The undulating Columns o’er the Plain
Proclaim a Host in motion once again.
Fain would my Muse depict the Warlike scenery,
The awful Grandeur of the vast Machinery;
Fain make familiar to imagination
Th’ effect of moving War by combination;
Fain teach unletter’d Minds to understand,