In Covadonga, where Mafoma’s flower
Pelayo slaughtered, drops of sweat were seen
Upon the face of Her who stood our tower
In battle; Compostella’s tomb a din
Of arms gave forth, Saint James proclaiming we should win!
XII.
“Thus spoke the general voice—thus Spain believed,
And, Heaven and Earth approving, rushed to arms.
The web of Tyranny was swift unweaved,