... peaceful meads glides onward to the sea. And where the river broadens, neath the cape Her quiet harbour sleeps. No outstretched arm Except in mimic war now hurls the lance. No skilful warrior of Seine directs The chariot scythed against his country's foe. Now rest the Belgians, and th' Arvernian race That boasts our kinship by descent from Troy; And those brave rebels whose undaunted hands We...