Noble and proud is every thought he feeds.
Such was the youth, who Morton counselling clear,
His plans to take the Isle arranged the trenches near.
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And as they spoke the batteries raised their voice,
From crowned La Mota raining shot and shell,
Drove through the ranks, and made the Gaul rejoice
With many a horrid gap that, ah, could well
Its tale of dire disaster silent tell!
For fragments strewn of gunner and his art