Shall I behold my mother’s face again, ...
My father’s hall, ... my native hills and vales,
And hear the voices of their streams again, ...
And free as I was born amid those scenes
Beloved, maintain my country’s freedom there, ...
Or, failing in the sacred enterprise,
Die as becomes a Spaniard?... Saying thus,
He lifted up his hands and eyes toward
The image of the Crucified, and cried,
O Thou who didst with thy most precious blood