From feint and bloodless field, now hurry by
La Sarrè, Roussilon, Languedoc, Béarn, and all
Burning from baffled foe to wrest fresh victory.
No braver sons, to bear her banners well,
Or laurels fresh to win, fair France might yield;
Oswego won, Fort-William Henry theirs,—
And noblest still, Ticonderoga's hard-fought field.
On sweeps that band beneath the rampart wall;—
On through the crowded streets and teeming gates;—
On, where Guienne has watched since morn the lines,