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when I am ready to atone for it by the sacrifice they exact of my 

 attainted life, yet in that dreadful moment thou art what I regret 

 most, thou, the fondly-beloved cause of the breach I have made in my 

 most sacred duties. Show thy courage ! It is a greater blessing to 

 die than to live longer disunited. 



SPANISH WAR-SONG. 



SONS of Spain, whose forms repose 

 Where the cloud its shadow throws 

 Over St. Sebastian's height, 

 Rise and nerve ye for the fight ! 

 Hark ! his wing the raven flutters, 

 Ominous the sounds he utters, 

 Sounds of death unto our foes 

 Ere another day shall close. 



Sons of Spain, arise ! behold 

 Yonder banner's massy fold! 

 Ere the morning breeze unfurl it, 

 To the dust inglorious hurl it ! 

 Down upon their columns sweep, 

 As the whirlwind on the deep, 

 When its all-destroying breath 

 Lays the foeman low in death! 



By the wrongs that ye have felt 

 Deeply let the blow be dealt, 

 That the Carlist host may know 

 They have met no common foe ! 

 Rising morn shall view the raven 

 Tear the breast of every craven : 

 But the brave shall win their right : 

 Sons of Spain ! advance to fight ! 



D. L. E. 



