And Blanca in the crag disclosed a cleft,
Where straight they land. But loud the sent’nel pealed
The alarum gun, its post the picquet left,
And flew like burghers bold to guard from midnight theft.
XXVI.
But soon, o’erpowered by numbers, their array
Was beaten back—resistance now was vain.
Submissively their arms were lowered away,
And o’er their sorrowing breasts a captive chain
Is gently flung: “Our battery soon shall reign