34 ciui.nE HAnoi/n's riEGniAt age.
A moment pnuscth ere lie lifts the rod;
A little moment deigneth to delay : *
Soon will his legions sweep through thesetheir way;
The West must own the Scourgcr of theworld.
Ah! Spain ! how sad will belay reckoningsday,
When soars Gaul ’s Vulture, with his wingsunfurled,
And thou shalt view thy sons iu crowds' toHades hurled.
LI IT.
And must they fall? the young, the proud,,the brave, *
To swell one bloated Chiefs unwholesomereign ?
No step between submission and a grave?
The rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ?
And doth the Power that man adores ordain
Their doom, nor heed the suppliant’s appeal?
Is all that desperate Valour acts in vain ?
And Counsel sage, and patriotic Zeal;
The Veteran's skill, South’s lire, and Manhood'sheart of steel?