The city gates were then unfolded wide,
In length'ning lines the marshall'd armies came;
Far o'er the plain was pour'd the burnish'd tide,
And to the winds our gorgeous pennons stream;
With gold and precious stones they richly flame:
The glitt'ring arms a glorious prospect yield,
Shedding around a keen refulgent gleam;
Resplendent was the horror of the field,
Gay shone each plumed helm and fair-emblazon'd shield.