And for “Castile and Leon’s” chosen son,
A full-orbed glory shineth in the West.
Oh! if Life’s sands e’en then had ceased to run,
Bright visions of those “islands of the blest”
Had soothed him to his last and dreamless rest.
X.—Columbus in Chains.
In chains! in chains! homeward once more he came!
Life’s sky is veiled in midnight drear and dark;—
And this is his reward! They leave no mark
Those shameless fetters on his own fair fame.