From Africa; such as in Arcila,
In earliest youth, thyself with glory won;
Or such as now, from shores remote, thy ships
Bring home,—dark slaves, to darker slavery.
No written word of his came back to me.
My honor wept its obsequies, and built its tomb
With Love’s extinguished torches. Soon, the prince,
Thy son, was wed with our Infanta fair,—
God grant it for a blessing to both realms!—
And with her, as ambassador, my sire