XXXVI.

’Twas Fray Beltrán, who ’mongst the graves had found, With instinct’s fatal truth and frenzy’s lore, The lilies planted o’er the new-raised mound, That hid the Vascon lily, Isidor! And as some mariner a rock-bound shore Doth find in shipwreck, where his limbs are cast And dashed to pieces with the saving oar, So baleful was this sight of earth that passed Before Beltrán’s red eyes, and like to prove their last!