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

And shed protection o’er thy children dear!”

Salustian ceased—he kist the foreheads pure

Of both his weeping daughters, Carlos near

Impatient stood, his eyes with ceaseless lure

Tow’rds the lance-casement drawn, where Morn’s first glimmerings pour.

XLII.

A day of terror to a night of gloom

Succeedeth; light reveals no glimpse of joy.

But rends the Sun the veil from living tomb,