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Rh Where the sudden, awful stillness told the havoc they had made. Thus the struggle raged till noon, and neither side could vantage show; Then the tide of battle turned, and swept in favor of the foe! Fiercer still the cannon thundered,—wilder screamed the grape and shell,— Onward pressed the French battalions,—back the British masses fell! Then, as on its prey devoted, fierce the hungered vulture swoops. Swung the foeman's charging squadrons down upon our broken troops. Victory hovered o'er their standard,—on they swept with maddened shout. Spreading death and havoc round them, till retreat was changed to rout! 'Twas a saddening sight to witness; and, when Picton saw them fly. Grief and shame were mixed and burning in the old commander's eye.