Where all, save one high spirit, is subdued,
And through the breach press on th’ o’erwhelming
multitude.
XC.
Now is he battling midst a host alone,
As the last cedar stems awhile the sway
Of mountain storms, whose fury hath o’erthrown
Its forest-brethren in their green array!
And he hath cast his purple robe away,
With its imperial bearings, that his sword