Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs Hemans/Song of the Spanish Wanderer

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3055146Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs Hemans — Song of the Spanish WandererFelicia Hemans


SONG OF THE SPANISH WANDERER.




Pilgrim, O say hath thy cheek been fanned,
By the sweet winds of my sunny land;
Know'st thou the sound of its mountain pines?
And hast thou rested beneath its vines?

Hast thou heard the music still wandering by,
A thing of the breezes, in Spain's blue sky,
Floating away o'er hill and heath,
With the myrtle's whisper, the citron's breath?

Then say, are there fairer vales than those,
Where the warbling of fountains for ever flows?
Are there brighter flowers than mine own which wave
O'er Moorish ruin and Christian grave?


O sunshine and song! they are lying far
By the streams that look to the western star;
My heart is fainting to hear once more
The water-voices of that sweet shore.

Many were they that have died for thee,
And brave, my Spain! though thou art not free,
Yet I call them blest—they have rent their chain,
They sleep in thy valleys—my sunny Spain!