Yet not till night was o’er the mountain hushed.
For rode the Marshal where Lanz’ torrent gushed,
Our whole position cautiously surveying:
By deep defile to far Villalba rushed
The infant Arga, all around displaying
Our troops on every height, for battle fast arraying.
XXXVI.
Upon a rugged mountain’s craggy crest,
A shrine of spotless Mary clustered round
The Lusitan battalion. Soult possest