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

XLII.

Sudden a thought flashed o’er him—he is gone,

Swift as the antelope, and soon returns

With spade and mattock—unto Heaven ’tis known

Where found, but frantic energy that burns

Like his the will that shapes a way inurns;

And rapid his career the churchyard ’mid.

Now, now the clay to either side he spurns

With swift-plied implements in earth deep hid,

And now his mattock strikes upon a coffin-lid!