At length the long-disputed Pass they gain,
By crouded Armies fortify'd in vain;
The War breaks in, the fierce  yield,
And see their Camp with  Legions fill'd.
So  Mounds bear on their shatter'd Sides
The Sea's whole weight, encreas'd with swelling Tides,
But if the rushing Wave a Passage finds,
Enrag'd by watry Moons, and warring Winds,
The trembling Peasant sees his Country round
Cover'd with Tempests, and in Oceans drown'd.