NOW Front to Front the marching Armies shine,
Halt e'er they meet, and form the length'ning Line:
The Chiefs conspicuous seen and heard afar,
Give the loud Signal to the rushing War;
Their dreadful Trumpets deep mouth'd Hornets sound,
The sounded Charge remurmurs o'er the Ground,
Ev'n  proclaims a Field of Horror nigh,
And rolls low Thunder thro' the troubled Sky.