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

But oh, what joy doth light them at a word:

Young Nial says, “Thou’rt mine!” and every heart is stirred.

XXIII.

Great Arthur blest the union, promising

That Nial’s fortunes should be England’s care,

For of her eaglets none with stronger wing

To soar in Victory’s blazing sunlight dare.

Salustian called on both a blessing rare!

And Nial caught her beauteous hand, while fast