No guilty passion warm’d my youthful breast,
Nor foul injustice stain’d my spotless name;
But once in brighter, happier prospects blest,
I sacrific’d those golden views to fame.
Ardent to check Iberia’s tyrant pow’r,
Thro’ unpropitious seas I took my way,
And gain’d her coast, but, ah, unhappy hour!
How many gallant soldiers fell that day!
After long toils, and various hardships borne,
Our gen’rous blood the vanquish’d foe repays;