And bloodier yet the torrent flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
‘’Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun
Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling[[63]] dun,
Where furious Frank and fiery Hun
Shout in their sulph’rous canopy.
‘The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave!
And charge with all thy chivalry!