Of that whole host in one destruction whelm’d. Vain was all valour there, all martial skill; The valiant arm is helpless now; the feet Swift in the race avail not now to save; They perish, all their thousands perish there, ... Horsemen and infantry they perish all, ... The outward armour and the bones within Broken and bruised and crush’d. Echo prolong’d The long uproar: a silence then ensued, Through which the sound of Deva’s stream was heard, A lonely voice of waters, wild and sweet; The lingering groan, the faintly-utter’d prayer, The louder curses of despairing death, Ascended not so high. Down from the cave Pelayo hastes, the Asturians hasten down, Fierce and immitigable down they speed On all sides, and along the vale of blood The avenging sword did mercy’s work that hour. XXIV. RODERICK AND COUNT JULIAN. Thou hast been busy, Death! this day, and yet But half thy work is done; the Gates of Hell Are throng’d, yet twice ten thousand spirits more, Who from their warm and healthful tenements Fear no divorce, must ere the sun go down Enter the world of woe! the Gate of Heaven Is open too, and Angels round the throne Of Mercy on their golden harps this day Shall sing the triumphs of Redeeming Love. There was a Church at Cangas dedicate To that Apostle unto whom his Lord Had given the keys; a humble edifice, Whose rude and time-worn structure suited well That vale among the mountains. Its low roof With stone plants and with moss was overgrown, Short fern, and richer weeds which from the eaves Hung their long tresses down. White lichens clothed The sides, save where the ivy spread, which bower’d The porch, and clustering round the pointed wall, Wherein two bells, each open to the wind, Hung side by side, threaded with hairy shoots The double nich; and climbing to the cross, Wreathed it and half conceal’d its sacred form With bushy tufts luxuriant. Here in the font, ... Borne hither with rejoicing and with prayers Of all the happy land who saw in him The lineage of their ancient Chiefs renew’d, ... The Prince had been immersed: and here within An oaken galilee, now black with age, His old Iberian ancestors were laid.