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

XIII.

Our German Chasseurs now by Halket led

The Grand Monarque with vigorous footsteps climb.

Before their onset fierce the Gaul hath fled;

But, guardian of the pass, that peak sublime

Must not be yielded in an instant’s time.

Reille pours his masses on the mountain’s brow,

With field artillery, to efface the crime

Of light concession. Halt the Germans now,

For tired and wounded sore their spirits an instant bow.