Spain, 1873-74

  Out of the murk of heaviest clouds,
  Out of the feudal wrecks and heapd-up skeletons of kings,
  Out of that old entire European debris, the shatterd mummeries,
  Ruind cathedrals, crumble of palaces, tombs of priests,
  Lo, Freedoms features fresh undimmd look forth--the same immortal
      face looks forth;
  (A glimpse as of thy Mothers face Columbia,
  A flash significant as of a sword,
  Beaming towards thee.)

  Nor think we forget thee maternal;
  Lagdst thou so long? shall the clouds close again upon thee?
  Ah, but thou hast thyself now appeard to us--we know thee,
  Thou hast given us a sure proof, the glimpse of thyself,
  Thou waitest there as everywhere thy time.