Greater thy glory than Pendragon’s son
With all his knights achieved—to strike aghast
My fiercest foe in many a battle won,
And still with Victory’s march his countless legions stun.
XXVII.
“List to thy Destiny, and nerve thy arm
To accomplish Heaven’s designs. By fair Nivelle
Thy next great battle shall with dire alarm
Man’s bitter foes affright in Earth and Hell.
For fortress-crags and precipices fell,