With Fame’s requital; and where past the wave
Of War, each trench renewed again shall shield the brave.
XXXIII.
Within the town the lovely Isidor
Shuddered with fear at every cannon’s boom.
As fell upon her ear the horrid roar,
She deemed it sounded like the crack of doom,
And on her knees within her furthest room
Before an image of the Virgin prayed
That Heaven might turn their hearts, and Pity’s womb