XXXVII. THE GERMANS ON THE HEIGHTS OF HOCK HEIM.
The event is thus recorded in the journals of the day:—‘When
the Austrians took Hockheim, in one part of the engagement
they got to the brow of the hill, whence they had their first view
of the Rhine. They instantly halted—not a gun was fired—not
a voice heard; they stood gazing on the river with those feelings
which the events of the last fifteen years at once called up.
Prince Schwartzenberg rode up to know the cause of this sudden
stop; they then gave three cheers, rushed after the enemy, and
drove them into the water.’
Abruptly paused the strife;—the field throughout
Resting upon his arms each warrior stood,
Checked in the very act and deed of blood,
With breath suspended, like a listening scout.
O Silence! thou wert mother of a shout
That through the texture of yon azure dome
Cleaves its glad way, a cry of harvest home
Uttered to Heaven in ecstasy devout!
The barrier Rhine hath flashed, through battle-smoke,
On men who gaze heart-smitten by the view,
As if all Germany had felt the shock!
—Fly, wretched Gauls! ere they the charge renew
Who have seen—themselves now casting off the yoke—
The unconquerable Stream his course pursue.
