Rushed Nial, Morton madly down the steep
In generous rivalry who first should reach
To avert the peril. Roelike was each leap
From crag to crag—they are come—the danger teach,
Which Arthur learns with gracious smile to each.
Swift to his charger strong the Chieftain springs:
The Frenchmen’s bullets whistle vain as Speech
Where Action’s wanting. See, his steed hath wings;
And safe is he whose fate had sealed the doom of Kings!