Leap o’er each crag, and smite the eagle’s nest;
And volleying thunder rolls from East to West.
Now rain in gushing torrents drowns the sky;
Anon a fiery bolt on Mandal’s breast
Leaves its black scar;—anon the storm from high
O’er Bidasóa falls while winds like spirits cry!
II.
Great Arthur seized the tempest as a boon,
His columns lit by glory to advance
Tow’rds Commissari, Bayonnette, and Rhune,