And I have heard the oldest say
That ne’er before that bloody day
Such storm was known as stopped our fray.
’Twas one of the cloud-king’s victories—
Down came the rain in gusty seas,
Driving us under the heaviest trees.
But short the respite that we got;
The rain and thunder lasted not,
And strife again grew fierce and hot.
At the foot of a bank I took my stand,