The moon, that thro' the portal shone, Thro' many a court and gallery dim Slowly he led, the burial-hymn When other sounds had died away, In harness for the Christian fight, "Now stand we where COLUMBUS stood!" |
The moon, that thro' the portal shone, Thro' many a court and gallery dim Slowly he led, the burial-hymn When other sounds had died away, In harness for the Christian fight, "Now stand we where COLUMBUS stood!" |