No fortress her’s, and scarce a circling wall.
Enough that from her soul the foe she hates,
And ’neath her ruined towers hath sworn to fall,
Or ere she live a foreign tyrant’s thrall.
Sublime devotion! Palafox prepares
The proud defence. His gallant soldiers all
Obey his voice: ‘Who loves me with me shares
‘The city’s doom!’ Till death they guard their lion-lairs.
XXI.