Sprang Tenochtitlan, of the human love
Of Quetzal child; up rose its fire-lit towers,
Outspread its piles, outstretched its streets
Of stone and wave. And as the city grew,
Still stronger grew the love of Quetzal’.
Thine
Is the Empire. To the shields again, O
Azatlan! ’Twas thus he spoke; and feather’d
Crest and oaken spear, the same that from the
North came conquering, through the valley,