The Field of Waterloo, X

“On! On!” was still his stern exclaim; “Confront the battery’s jaws of flame! Rush on the levelled gun! My steel-clad cuirassiers, advance! Each Hulan forward with his lance, My Guard—my Chosen—charge for France, France and Napoleon!” Loud answered their acclaiming shout, Greeting the mandate which sent out Their bravest and their best to dare The fate their leader shunned to share. But HE, his country’s sword and shield, Still in the battle-front revealed, Where danger fiercest swept the field, Came like a beam of light, In action prompt, in sentence brief— “Soldiers, stand firm!” exclaimed the Chief, “England shall tell the fight!”