WRITTEN ON AN OLD SPANISH
CHRONICLE.
Lest the great deeds of many a passing year
Should down to dusty dull oblivion go,
The noble monk Don Roderic doth show
All things, as in a mirror deep and clear.
How went ambassador the valorous peer,
That was his grandsire, to the Moorish foe ;
And heard the voice of Guadalquiver's flow,
By moonlight, when Giralda's shade was near.
Praise to the saints; by those unchristian daughters
Ne'er was he snared, but came true knight away;
And reared over Lleren his gentle towers.
His name was as a shade o'er many waters,
Cast ever as he stood in glory's ray ;
And lengthening as came on the evening hours.
CHRONICLE.
Lest the great deeds of many a passing year
Should down to dusty dull oblivion go,
The noble monk Don Roderic doth show
All things, as in a mirror deep and clear.
How went ambassador the valorous peer,
That was his grandsire, to the Moorish foe ;
And heard the voice of Guadalquiver's flow,
By moonlight, when Giralda's shade was near.
Praise to the saints; by those unchristian daughters
Ne'er was he snared, but came true knight away;
And reared over Lleren his gentle towers.
His name was as a shade o'er many waters,
Cast ever as he stood in glory's ray ;
And lengthening as came on the evening hours.