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XI.

“And lightning fell, ’twas said, upon the shrine Of Guadalupe within the fatal hour That saw the last of Leon’s Royal line Retire to France, and own the Usurper’s power. In Covadonga, where Mafoma’s flower Pelayo slaughtered, drops of sweat were seen Upon the face of Her who stood our tower In battle; Compostella’s tomb a din Of arms gave forth, Saint James proclaiming we should win!