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SONNET. V.
Spain! Spain! for one brave Spirit like the Cid,What gallant Armies at his call should wake—
Towards Fame and Freedom the true path to take!
He who 'mongst all the Heroic deeds he did,
His Country's echoing hills and plains amid—
Abhorred Dissension, for Dissension's sake;
Who, if his Foes even sought, embroiled, to slake
Their fiery thirst in kindred blood—straight chid
The unrighteous War with voice and puissant hand!
And harmony and peace 'mongst those restored!
Oh! how would he,—or such as he, withstand
These hideous conflicts, and with hallowed sword
Beat down the infuriate—and thrice-desperate brand
Turned 'gainst a brother's breast—at one rash, factious word!
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