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SONNET. VII.
Spain—the romantic, chivalrous, renown'd,What dread and desperate doings now disgrace
Thy name!—haste, haste from thence the stain to efface
In this foul strife, lo! how are ties unbound,
While friend 'gainst friend battling in wrath is found,
While brother holds his brother in embrace
Of hate and death, and armed sons in their place
Rise up 'gainst their grey sires,—such miseries wound
The Land, where Civil War's atrocious torch
Glares with its baleful horrors!—stained with gore
The peasant's threshold-stone is, and wreathed porch,
And kinsmen's heart-blood blackens all his floor,
And how doth Battle's tri-forked lightning scorch
Thy plains which late such smiling beauty wore!
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