ON THE FALL OF ZALONA
All blue and bright in golden light
The morn comes marching on,
And now Zalona's steeples white
Glow golden in the sun.
This day might be a festal day;
The streets are crowded all,
And emerald flags stream broad and gay
From turret, tower and wall.
And hark! how music evermore
Is sounding in the sky;
The deep bells boom, the cannon roar,
The trumpets sound on high.
The deep bells boom, the deep bells clash,
Upon the reeling air,
The cannon with unceasing crash
Make answer far and near.
What do these brazen tongues proclaim?
What joyous fête begun,
What offering to our country's fame,
What noble victory won?