A VOICE FROM SPAIN.
97
Ah! what will become of that great nation yonder, If the maddening clouds that wander,Threatening all the heaven, should gather in their sight? Darkening in the azure sky, With their shadows rising high—What if they extinguish all the vivid light?
With a fixed and earnest eye that noble country seeing, Whence my children drew their beingI do tremble for those stars upon the blue; For my very life is blent With the brightness they have lent,And if they are waning, I am waning too.
But I listen to the Northern armies cheering, Their huzzas and plaudits hearing,Which they raise on high to herald thy increase; And their ardor I do share, Lifting up my humble prayerFor their liberty, their glory, and their peace.
And to thee, Señor, the hope of all the nation, My good cheer and salutationI would send amid the mighty billows' roar—
