For Britain’s sons advance as sure as Time,
Soult’s bristling huge entrenchments instant spoil,
And onward march with ease where mocked was human toil.
XXV.
See on Pyrene’s loftiest summit stand
Majestic Freedom, o’er the despot’s frown
Gigantic towering till her forehead grand
The Sun encircles for a fitting crown,
And stream rays brighter from her eyelids down!
The rainbow clothes her Heaven-ascending form.