Where stormed an ambushed foe thy nation’s fort,
And rapid, rapid whoops came o’er the deep;
But long thy country’s war-sign on the steep
Appeared through ghastly intervals of light,
And deathfully their thunders seemed to sweep,
Till utter darkness swallowed up the sight,
As if a shower of blood had quenched the fiery fight.
XVII.
“It slept—it rose again—on high their tower
Sprung upwards like a torch to light the skies