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VI. TO LORD LYNEDOCH, On his return to Spain, March 1813.

Warrior—thou seek'st again the battle-field
Where freedom hails afar thy soul of flame;
And fall'n Iberia kindles at thy name,
As 'neath the shade of England's guardian shield,
She girds her armour on, and strives to wield
Her long-forgotten lance. Yes, there thy fame
Shall in the hymn of kindred hosts be sung
Round Spain's romantic shores, when she hath thrust
The Spoiler from her homes, and proudly hung
Her falchion on the wall—no more to rust!
Bright gleams that vengeful blade, as when of yore
It smote the Crescent on the Moslem's brow:
Warrior! she hails in thee her Cid once more,
To conquer in a fiercer conflict now!