Came like night's tempest, and avenged the

land,

And claim'd for blood the retribution due, Probed the hard heart, and lopp'd the murd'rous hand;

And dawn, when o'er the scene her beams she threw

Midst ruins they had made, the spoilers' corpses knew.

I..

HAT minstrel verse may sing, or

tongue may tell,

Amid the vision'd strife from sea to sea, How oft the Patriot banners rose or fell, Still honour'd in defeat as victory!

For that sad pageant of events to be, Show'd every form of fight by field and flood;

Slaughter and ruin, shouting forth their glee,

Beheld, while riding on the tempest scud, The waters choked with slain, the earth be drench'd with blood!

LI.

HEN

Zaragoza blighted be the

tongue

That names thy name without the honour due!

For never hath the harp of Minstrel rung,

Of faith so felly proved, so firmly true! Mine, sap, and bomb, thy shatter'd ruins knew,

Each art of war's extremity had room, Twice from thy half sack'd streets the foe withdrew,

And when at length stern fate decreed thy doom,

They won not Zaragoza, but her children's bloody tomb.t

LII.

ET raise thy head, sad City! Though

in chains,

Enthrall'd thou canst not be! Arise,

and claim

Reverence from every heart where Freedom reigns,

For what thou worshippest!-thy sainted

Dame,

She of the Column, honour'd be her name

By all, whate'er their creed, who honour love!

And like the sacred relics of the flame, That gave some martyr to the bless'd above,

To every loyal heart may thy sad embers

Faithful to death thy heroes shall be sung, Manning the towers while o'er their heads the air

Swart as the smoke from raging furnace hung;

Now thicker dark'ning where the mine was sprung,

Now briefly lighten'd by the cannon's flare, Now arch'd with fire-sparks as the bomb was flung,

And redd'ning now with conflagration's glare,

While by the fatal light the foes for storm

prepare.

LIV.

HILE all around was danger, strife,

and fear,

While the earth shook, and darken'd was the sky,

And wide destruction stunn'd the listening

ear,

Appall'd the heart, and stupified the eye,— Afar was heard that thrice-repeated cry, In which old Albion's heart and tongue unite,

Whene'er her soul is up, and pulse beats high,

Whether it hail the wine-cup or the fight, And bid each arm be strong, or bid each

heart be light.

LV.

ON RODERICK turn'd him as the

shout grew loud—

Where fagheid tradition be. Es nators future is a Spanish King shal set.'

LI-FATED Prince" recall the des

perate werd

Or pause ere yet the men thou obey! Bethink, you spel-bound portal would

afford

Never to former Monarch entrance. way:

Nor shall it ever ope, old Leccrds say, Save to a King, the last of all his line,

What time his empire totters to decay,