So those two voices met; so Joy and Death
Mingled their accents; and amidst the rush
Of many thoughts, the listening Poet cried,

-“Oh! thou art mighty, thou art wonderful,
Mysterious Nature! Not in thy free range
Of woods and wilds alone, thou blendest thus
The dirge-note and the song of festival;

But in one heart, one changeful human heart
-Aye, and within one hour of that strange world—
Thou call'st their music forth, with all its tones

To startle and to pierce !-the dying Swan's,

And the glad Sky-Lark's-Triumph and Despair!"

SONGS OF SPAIN.*

No. I.

ANCIENT BATTLE SONG.

FLING forth the proud banner of Leon again!

Let the high word "Castile" go resounding thro' Spain !

And thou, free Asturias, encamp'd on the height, Pour down thy dark sons to the vintage of fight! Wake, wake! the old soil where thy children repose, Sounds hollow and deep to the trampling of foes.

* Written for a set of airs, entitled "Peninsular Melodies," selected by Colonel Hodges, and published by Messrs. Goulding and D'Almaine, who have permitted the reappearance of the

words in this volume.

The voices are mighty that swell from the past,
With Arragon's cry on the shrill mountain-blast;
The ancient Sierras give strength to our tread,

Their pines murmur song where bright blood hath

been shed.

-Fling forth the proud banner of Leon again,

And shout ye

"Castile! to the rescue for Spain !"

II.

THE ZEGRI MAID.

The Zegris were one of the most illustrious Moorish tribes. Their exploits, and feuds with their celebrated rivals the Abencerrages, form the subject of many ancient Spanish romances.

II.

THE ZEGRI MAID.

THE summer leaves were sighing,
Around the Zegri maid,

To her low sad song replying

As it fill'd the olive shade.

"Alas! for her that loveth

Her land's, her kindred's foe!

Where a Christian Spaniard roveth,
Should a Zegri's spirit go?

"From thy glance, my gentle mother !

I sink, with shame oppress'd,

And the dark eye of my brother

Is an arrow to my breast."