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III.

For Roncesvalles is to Spain restored; Her Mina’s legions fill its storied dell. His Guerrilleros ’neath that Chief adored ’Gainst the marauding Gaul have battled well. And at Baigorri hark where grandly swell The war-notes of Castile, while rush the wild

## Partidas ringing many a Norman’s knell;

And sweep from France the forage she hath piled On Spanish soil profaned, from stall and sheepfold mild.