Rugged the path where Spain her hope must build,
With turns abrupt where men by striplings might be killed.
XIX.
An isolated mountain midway rose—
’Tis called “The Boar”—by France’s warriors crowned;
And Longa’s guns and Colborne’s rifles chose
The toilsome task to gain this lofty ground—
So high, though dwarfed amongst the peaks around,
That the spent musket-bullets singing fell
All harmless at its foot with feeble sound,