Like cloud and lightning sent to sweep
Abdillah’s[7] Moors across the deep?—
You think I trod these lanes in days
When Califs vied to sound their praise,
And term’d the town that seem’d so blest
“The grander Bagdad of the west”[8];
Or trod them, when it gave the Goth
His “Home of holiness and troth”[8];
Or, long ere through its children’s veins
Flow’d Roman[9] blood to richen Spain’s,