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

But deem not scenes like these have Heaven’s approving nod.

XXXIX.

Not these thy triumphs, England! Ne’er again

Thy soul shall covet save of Locrian power

And intellect the glory! Beaconing men

To happiness be thine—still Freedom’s tower,

Still making every scowling despot cower

By labouring mind alone! let Justice wrest

The axe from War, and give to man her dower.