To plunder such weaklings, despoil them of home,
To pillage and burn without shedding a tear.”
The eagle said, “Yes; you, I see, are my mate,
For I am a harpy; bring ruin in my path.
Let’s form an alliance, and kill all we can,
What matter to us if we stir up fierce wrath!”
So the Spaniard and eagle swept o’er poor Peru;
Each sought out the doves, e’en at the church portal.
’Midst fire and pillage, ’midst carnage and death,
Both carved a career,—the Spaniard’s immortal.