But to the bosom of their native hills?
I brought them here as to a sanctuary,
Where, for the temple’s sake, the indwelling God
Would guard his supplicants. O my dear Lord,
Proud as I was to know that they were thine,
Was it a sin if I almost believed,
That Spain, her destiny being link’d with theirs,
Must save the precious charge?
So let us think,
The chief replied, so feel and teach and act.