Even as at Niagára’s thundering fall, Where leaps the torrent with gigantic stride, Beneath the watery volume Cyclop wall Of rocks huge-piléd spans the river wide, Where dares the venturous voyager abide, And while his ears terrific clamour stuns, Flies free o’erhead the cataract’s foaming tide, And scarce crystálline globule o’er him runs: Thus stand ’neath Death o’erarched Britannia’s dauntless sons! III. “Retire!” was first the cry. “A traitorous foe! Our batteries’ fire is ’gainst the stormers turned;” And struck a straggling shot the ranks below; But Nial and his men the counsel spurned. To win, whate’er the cost, their bosoms burned; And ’mid the fiercest of the cannonade, While San Sebastian for his bulwarks mourned, Within the rampart solid ground they made-- First step in victory’s march, whose laurels ne’er will fade. IV. What were thy triumphs, Greece, on Elis’ plain, Olympian dust Alphéus’ margin strewing, The Agora’s grand inspiring shouts, the train Of statues for the Altis sculptors hewing, Fame-thirst the prince’ and peasant’s soul imbuing? Unreal glories to the trampled fear, Which England with her million eyes is viewing. First Erin’s sons to encounter peril here. No rebel wisdom yet impairs that lusty cheer! Tricorpor Geryon. 1. Mark where Valour’s triple crown, Marring every despot’s frown, Gives to evergreen renown Britain’s dauntless sons. Albion, Erin, Scotia join Strength of shoulder, heart, and loin, Men as sterling as their coin, Faithful as their guns! 2. Albion firm as Erin brave, Scotia strong as angry wave. Who could such a land enslave? Who her spirit quell? Albion sturdy, Scotia grim, Erin dashing o’er the brim-- True till death, though for a whim Wordy Knaves rebel! 3. Albion steady, Erin bold, Scotia gallant as of old; Britain’s men are Britain’s gold, Hardy sons of toil. Albion dauntless, Scotia true, Erin fervid--loyal, too, Spite of Spleen’s seditious crew Banded o’er her soil. 4. Glorious Nations, three in one, Long be warmed by Victory’s sun, Ne’er by factious hate undone, Ne’er the bond untied. Ne’er be shorn of either gem Britain’s noble diadem. Shamrock, rose, and thistle’s stem Ne’er let men divide! V.