See, see a Briton as Bernardo bold
His conquering chariot-wheel o’er Gallia’s host hath rolled!
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Sublime Pyrene feels his vigorous tread,
And trembles Gaul with all her martial sons,
For sure as Fate his legions shall be led
To where Garumna’s stream to Ocean runs.
Even now his mighty stride the nations stuns!
Soult, on thine arm an Empire’s fate depends.