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 while the father ’neath the daughter’s care

Doth gather strength and resignation’s calm,

Young Nial to the grave doth pious bear

The corse of Carlos which their tears embalm.

And Morton low reposeth ’neath the palm

Of martyr-courage in the self-same grave.

Funereal rite was none nor dirge nor psalm;

But warriors mourned for them, the true and brave—

There sleep, young soldiers, well—for gallant souls ye gave!

XXXII.