Iberia Won; A poem descriptive of the Peninsular War / With impressions from recent visits to the battle-grounds, and copious historical and illustrative notes

by T. M. Hughes

Yet less in terror’s coil, than vain to feel

The assault that hath prepared with Britain’s sons to deal.

XXXII.

Now free once more our deep intrenchments stood,

Save of the heaps of slain and battle’s track,

And many a broken blade and pool of blood,

Which by to-morrow’s dawn shall find no lack

Of zeal to clear, and bring to smoothness back.

The dead shall find a soldier’s simple grave,

The wounded healing care though pain should rack,