Oh, lovely Spain! renowned, romantic Land!

Where is that standard[58] which Pelagio bore,[bu]

When Cava's traitor-sire first called the band

That dyed thy mountain streams with Gothic gore? [7.B.]

Where are those bloody Banners which of yore

Waved o'er thy sons, victorious to the gale,

And drove at last the spoilers to their shore?[59]

Red gleamed the Cross, and waned the Crescent pale,[bv]

While Afric's echoes thrilled with Moorish matrons' wail.