Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Spain, Portugal, Belgium, and Holland: Vols. XIV–XV. 1876–79.
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By From a Castilian MSI
I cannot ask, and ask in vain.
The language of Castile I speak;
Mid many an Arab, many a Greek,
Old in the days of Charlemagne,
When minstrel-music wandered round,
And Science, waking, blessed the sound.
The cowl let down on every face;
Yet here, in consecrated dust,
Here would I sleep, if sleep I must.
From Genoa when Columbus came
(At once her glory and her shame),
’T was here he caught the holy flame,
’T was here the generous vow he made;
His banners on the altar laid.
A pilot journeying through the wild,
Stopped to solicit at the gate
A pittance for his child;
’T was here, unknowing and unknown,
He stood upon the threshold-stone.
But hope was his, a faith sublime,
That triumphs over place and time:
And here, his mighty labor done,
And his course of glory run,
Awhile as more than man he stood,
So large the debt of gratitude!