And since thou giv'st the wretched calm profound,
To me be gracious in my throes of pain,
For I am she, the lonely, luckless Spain.
Let it suffice thee that, beneath thy care,
My powerful limbs in fiercest fires were tossed,
And through my heart thou to the sun laidst bare
The dark benighted kingdom of the lost.
My wealth 'midst thousand tyrants thou didst share;
Phœnicians, Greeks as well, in countless host
Did part my realms; for thou didst will it so,