Poem by Louisa Stuart Costello

Spanish Song

Nay, Inez, no more persuade;
   Those are sounds that to glory should move:
Ah! ne'er for a warrior made
    Were the garlands thy fondness wove.
Wake!—arouse! 'tis the battle's roar;
    'Tis its light'ning afar I see!
I return with life no more,
    Or, my country, thou shalt be free!
Yet, Inez, in other lands,
    When around war's banners shall stream;
When rush forth our conquering bands
    All radiant with bravery's beam:
Yes—then, midst the battle's roar,
    I can still spare one thought for thee;
But we meet again no more,
    Till, my country, thou shalt be free!

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