The Chapel of the Hermits.
Wherever Freedom shivered a chain God speed, quoth I;
To Error amidst her shouting train I gave the lie.
My Soul and I.
Ximena, speak and tell us
Who has lost, and who has won?
Nearer came the storm and nearer,
Rolling fast and frightful on.
The Angels of Buena Vista.
Yon mountain’s side is black with night,