XVII.

But onward moved the melancholy train, For their false creeds in fiery pangs to die. This was the solemn sacrifice of Spain-- Heaven’s offering from the land of chivalry! Through thousands, thousands of their race they moved-- Oh, how unlike all others!--the beloved, The free, the proud, the beautiful! whose eye Grew fix’d before them, while a people’s breath Was hush’d, and its one soul bound in the thought of death!