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The moon, that thro' the portal shone.
The crosiered Abbot ; and the Knight In harness for the Christian fight, His hands in supplication joined ;Then said as in a solemn mood, “ Now stand we where Columbus stood !"
The moon, that thro' the portal shone,
When other sounds had died away,
“ Perez,* thou good old man,” they cried, “ And art thou in thy place of rest ?Tho' in the western world His grave,f That other world, the gift He gave, Would ye were sleeping side by side! Of all his friends He loved thee best.”
The supper in the chamber done,
Had shaken the Confession-chair!
* Late Superior of the House.
| The words of the epitaph. “A Castilia y a Leon nuevo Mundo dio Colon."