| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 725. The Surrender of Spain |
| | | By John Hay |
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| LAND of unconquered Pelayo! land of the Cid Campeador! | |
| Sea-girdled mother of men! Spain, name of glory and power; | |
| Cradle of world-grasping Emperors, grave of the reckless invader, | |
| How art thou fallen, my Spain! how art thou sunk at this hour! | |
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| Once thy magnanimous sons trod, victors, the portals of Asia, | 5 |
| Once the Pacific waves rushed, joyful thy banners to see; | |
| For it was Trajan that carried the battle-flushed eagles to Dacia, | |
| Cortés that planted thy flag fast by the utter-most sea. | |
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| Hast thou forgotten those days illumined with glory and honor, | |
| When the far isles of the sea thrilled to the tread of Castile? | 10 |
| When every land under heaven was flecked by the shade of thy banner,— | |
| When every beam of the sun flashed on thy conquering steel? | |
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| Then through red fields of slaughter, through death and defeat and disaster, | |
| Still flared thy banner aloft, tattered, but free from a stain; | |
| Now to the upstart Savoyard thou bendest to beg for a master. | 15 |
| How the red flush of her shame mars the proud beauty of Spain! | |
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| Has the red blood run cold that boiled by the Xenil and Darro? | |
| Are the high deeds of the sires sung to the children no more? | |
| On the dun hills of the North hast thou heard of no plough-boy Pizarro? | |
| Roams no young swineherd Cortés hid by the Tagus’ wild shore? | 20 |
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| Once again does Hispania bend low to the yoke of the stranger! | |
| Once again will she rise, flinging her gyves in the sea! | |
| Princeling of Piedmont! unwitting thou weddest with doubt and with danger, | |
| King over men who have learned all that it costs to be free. | |
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