And ’mid the fiercest of the cannonade,
While San Sebastian for his bulwarks mourned,
Within the rampart solid ground they made—
First step in victory’s march, whose laurels ne’er will fade.
IV.
What were thy triumphs, Greece, on Elis’ plain,
Olympian dust Alphéus’ margin strewing,
The Agora’s grand inspiring shouts, the train
Of statues for the Altis sculptors hewing,
Fame-thirst the prince’ and peasant’s soul imbuing?