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LXXXV.

Adieu, fair Cadiz ! yea, along adieu!

Who may forget how well lliy walls have stood?When all were changing, thou alone wert true,First to be free and last to be subdued:

And if amidst a scene, a shock so rude,

Some native blood was seen thy streets to die;

A traitor only fell beneath the feud: vHere all were noble, save Nobility;

None hugged a Conqueror’s chain, save fallen Chi-valry !

LXXXVI.

Such be the sons of Spain , and strange her fate!They fight for freedom who were never free;

A Kingless people for a nerveless state,

Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee,True to the veriest slaves of Treachery:

Fond of a land which gave them nought but life,Pride points the path that leads to Liberty;

Back to the struggle, baffled in the strife,

War, war is still the cry, “War even to theknife! ” 18