XV.

“The sack of San Sebastian came to ope My convent-door which War’s dread fire consumed. Kindled that fire in me a ray of hope. I rushed to your house--but found its Lar entombed In smouldering ashes. Like a spirit doomed, I wandered then Guipúscoa’s confines through, When chance another ray of Hope illumed. I found the garden, saw your sire and you, But nought of Isidor could learn, nor e’er could view.