Is heard the dreadful near approaching sound,
Which swiftly following the repeated fire,
Calls up dread apprehension of th’ effect;
Perhaps this moment—on our friend awaits
Instant destruction—by the mighty hand
Of Heav’n remov’d, inseparate to view
Thy glory rolling in bright realms above;
Or, under covert of some lofty oak,
Th’ affrighted cattle find their last retreats;
And in the gen’ral conflict swift expire.