"The wind recalls thee; its still voice obey. Millions await thy coming; hence, away. To thee blest tidings of great joy consigned, * The vain to dream, the wise to doubt shall cease; "Not then to leave Thee! to their vengeance cast, Thy heart their aliment, their dire repast! To other eyes shall MEXICO unfold "What tho' thy grey hairs to the dust descend, Their scent shall track thee, track thee to the end; ‡ * P. Martyr, Epist. 133. 152. f Sec the Eumenides of Eschylus, v. 305, &c. Ibid. v. 246. Thy sons reproached with their great father's fame, That world a prison-house, full of sights of woe, "Not thine the olive, but the sword to bring, "Hence, and rejoice. The glorious work is done. * See Washington's farewell address to his fellow-citizens. While to the starry sphere thy name shall rise, ON the two last leaves, and written in another hand, are some stanzas in the romance or ballad measure of the Spaniards. The subject is an adventure soon related. M M Thy lonely watch-tower, Larenille, And loud and long from hill to hill When Hernan, rising on his oar, Shot like an arrow from the shore. * "Those lights are on St. Mary's Isle; He blew and would not wait. Home by his dangerous path he went; Two Strangers at the Convent-gate. They ascended by steps hewn out in the rock; and, having asked for admittance, were lodged there. Brothers in arms the Guests appeared; The Youngest with a Princely grace! His velvet cap a medal bore, And ermine fringed his broidered vest; *The Convent of La Rábida. |