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Bears a deep warning in its awfulness, Whence power might well learn wisdom!

Sebast.Thinkest thou then That years of sufferance and captivity, Such as have bowed down eagle hearts ere now, And made high energies their spoil, have passed So lightly o'er my spirit? Is it not thus! The things thou wouldst recall are not of those To be forgotten! But my heart hath still A sense, a bounding pulse for hope and joy, And it is joy which whispers in the breeze Sent from my own free mountains. Brave Gonzalez! Thou art one to make thy fearless heart a shield Unto thy friend, in the dark stormy hour When knightly crests are trampled, and proud helms Cleft, and strong breast-plates shivered. Thou art one To infuse the soul of gallant fortitude Into the captive's bosom, and beguile The long slow march beneath the burning noon With lofty patience; but for those quick bursts,