150 FORESTRY IN SPAIN. 



Mirad de los pinos, 

 Las copas gigantes, 

 Que mece suave, 

 El aura al pasar : 

 Hoy canta en sus ramas, 

 Amores el ave, 

 A^innana iran elloa, 

 (Jruzando la mar.' 



The verses may be roughly rendered 



We are off for the forest ! 

 The smiling aurora 

 Effaces with brightness 



The white stars of night ! 

 Climb up Pendalara, 

 Which in vestments of snow, 

 Reflects clear the bright rays 



Of the new risen sun. 



See ! how yonder bursts forth, 

 And comes down in white foam, 

 Filling full its mountain bed 



The rushing torrent ! 

 While the sure-footed goat, 

 Crossing that deep abyss, 

 Bounds from rock to rock 



Without tremor or fear ! 



And afar, the massive crowns 

 Of the mountain pine trees 

 Are swaying gently 



In the passing breeze ! 

 To-day birds in the branches 

 Sing joyfully notes of love : 

 To-morrow these are felled 



And cross the deep sea ! 



While one or more sing stanza after stanza either the 

 same singers or others all thunder forth a chorus. The 

 chorus may be roughly rendered thus : 



Cotta the learned ! Thy children in Spain 

 Invoke thy name, which is now immortal, 

 To their country promising such fruits 

 Ag thy genius has produced in Tharand ! 



