Beneath this venerable Druid shade,
Ancestral lord, and priest, and peasant bold,
Met in due time and firmest fuéros made.
’Tis said—but chronicling’s a lying trade—
That hearts of oak beneath this oak did meet
To guard the old Basque freedom. Undecayed
The oak is still, and hark what voices sweet,
As from Dodona’s, bid the Basque his deeds repeat!
XI.
“’Tis said this Spanish soil once men did rear,