Ev’n as the polish’d ivory shine.
O, father Douro! gentle stream,
Whose sands a golden store supply,
Deign of my heart the wish supreme
To hear, thy sacred margins by,
That it may be my lot to die!
RETURN TO GRANADA, OCTOBER 27, 1831.
My loved country! thee again
I come at length returned to see;
Thy beauteous soil, thy fields where reign