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

XLIII.

Now our’s the Bidasóa, our’s the Rhune,

And Bayonnette, and Commissari too.

Oh France! thy fields shall now be entered soon,

For at our feet the fair Nivelle doth flow.

Saint Jean de Luz, thy vesper-lights below

O’erhang the Gascon gulf. Invasion’s tread

Hath passed thy border, yet no sound of wo

Shall rend thy sky, thy homes shall mourn no dead,

For Justice now humane with Britain’s arms is wed.