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sacred to song,
Thy sons reproached with their great father's fame,
- Not thine the olive, but the sword to bring,
“ Hence, and rejoice. The glorious work is done. A spark is thrown that shall eclipse the sun! And, tho' bad men shall long thy course pursue, As erst the ravening brood o'er chaos flew, + He, whom I serve, shall vindicate his reign; The spoiler spoiled of all; the slayer slain; The tyrant's self, oppressing and opprest, Mid gems and gold unenvied and unblest : * See Washington's farewell address to his fellow-citizens.
+ See Paradise Lost. X.
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.
Thy lonely watch-tower, Larenille,
They ascended by steps hewn out in the rock; and, having asked for admittance, were lodged there.
Brothers in arms the Guests appeared;
* The Convent of La Rábida.
And, ever sparkling on his breast,
The Eldest had a rougher aspect, and there was craft in his eye. He stood a little behind in a long black mantle, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword; and his white hat and white shoes glittered in the moon-shine. +
“Not here unwelcome, tho' unknown.
When other sounds had died away,
They entered, tho' unused to pray, * See Bernal Diaz, c. 203; and also a well-known portrait of Cortes, ascribed to Titian. Cortes was now in the 43rd, Pizarro in the 60th year of his age.
t Augustin Zarate, lib. iv. c. 9,