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The Quest of Columbus 
 
 A MEMORIAL POEM 
 
 TWELVE BOOKS 
 
 BY 
 
 HENRY ILIOWIZI 
 
 1493 • • • 1893 
 
 H. J. SMITH & CO. i- "2- F 
 
 Chicago, III. Philadelphia, Pa. 
 
 1892 
 

 Entered aceording to act of Congress in the ye:ir 1S92, 
 
 By henry ILIOWIZI, 
 
 In tlie offiee of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. 
 
THE DESIGN AND THE VERSE. 
 
 The Quest of Columbus is intended to portray the- 
 almost superhuman endeavors of the world's greatest 
 discoverer to realize his lofty goal, and his final tri- 
 umph over wellnigh insurmountable difficulties. 
 
 Interwoven with this forever memorable Quest of 
 1492, the other two remarkable events of the same 
 year, which concern the three great Creeds, are the 
 siege and the fall of Granada, and the banishment 
 of the Jews from Spain. 
 
 It is a well-known fact, that a stroke of the self- 
 same pen which decreed the doom of Moorish do- 
 minion in Iberia, and the expulsion of the Hebrews 
 therefrom, confirmed the titles of Christopher Colum- 
 bus as the prospective Viceroy and Admiral of their 
 Majesties of Castile and Aragon. 
 
 The verse of this work is pentameter, the heroic 
 couplet being a feature in the first four Books. The 
 other eight are elaborated in the Iambic quatrain, 
 varied here and there by the Ottava rima, a stanza fa- 
 vored by many British and foreign authors, among 
 them indorsed by Dryden as the noblest in the 
 Anglo-Saxon idiom. 
 
 Philadelphia, 12th October, 1892. 
 
CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS. 
 
BOOK I. 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 This opening Book translates the reader to Seville at a season 
 of great rejoicing and festivity. The terrors of war are relieved 
 by the celebration of the nuptials of Don Alonzo, heir-apparent 
 to Portugal, and the oldest daughter of Spain's Monarchs, Ferdi- 
 nand and Isabella. The leading prelates and grandees of the 
 land are at Court. The festivities being over, the Sovereigns meet 
 their Chivalry and Prelacy in solemn Council, urging the contin- 
 uation of the war with Granada until the Moor's evil reign ia 
 overthrown. The appeal calls forth an enthusiastic response from 
 the heads of the nobility. Forthwith Torquemada, the Great In- 
 quisitor, addresses the Throne, insisting that it was the duty of 
 their Catholic Majesties to anticipate their triumph over the cres- 
 cent by vowing to banish the pernicious seed of Judah from 
 Spain. He draws a dark picture of the Jews. Isabella deplores 
 the blindness of her Hebrew subjects and the necessity of keeping 
 up the fires of the Inquisition, closing with a gracious reference 
 to the wisdom of Don Isaac Abarbanel, her minister of finance. 
 Emboldened thus the distinguished Hebrew makes a plea for 
 liberty of worship, and for human right in general, refuting the 
 black accusation of his race by Torquemada. The moment of 
 indecision that follows is utilized by Pedro Gonzalez de Men- 
 doza, Cardinal of Spain, to further the project of Columbus, who, 
 unless answered favorably, would leave Spain for another land. 
 The King thinks the time unauspicious for new enterprise. Co- 
 lumbus should wait until the war is over. The Council is closed 
 with prayer offered up for the successful issue of the impending 
 campaign. 
 
 Castile and Aragon wellnigh three score 
 Of battles fought in unremitting war ; 
 The vassal princedoms heed the royal call 
 The Moor to conquer, and his strongliolds fall; 
 
 (5) 
 
C THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 In festal garb Spain's noble cities stand, 
 The sound of triumph rings throughout the land, 
 And robed in splendor shines the brilliant Court, 
 The feasts are varied by chivalrous sport ; 
 Of late events the happiest Seville sees, 
 Hispania's knights, eclips'd by her grandees. 
 Their ponderous armor doff for silken state 
 The time's auspicious sign to celebrate; 
 Two nations, long engag'd in deadly war. 
 In cordial peace each other's ensigns bore, 
 'For Spain's Infanta to Lusitania's Heir 
 Before Love's -altar did her vow declare. 
 And blessings shower'd on the princel_y })air. 
 
 And, after weeks in sumptuous feasts are s})ent. 
 In dancing hall, parade and tournament, 
 A knightly mock-Avar laureate warriors wage. 
 The scenes resembling the Saturnian Age, • 
 The Queen the King himself in tourney sees 
 Who lances tries with twelve of his grandees, — 
 The priest and noble hear the Monarch's call 
 And stand array'd in the palatial hall. 
 Where King and Queen, enthroned on their seat. 
 Their chivalry with royal pleasure meet, 
 Great chiefs of arms and large dominion they, 
 From Murcia to Leon, from Xeres to the Bay, 
 All bound in honor, ready with the sword 
 In thick of battle to redeem the word ; 
 To right and left grave prelates crowd the floor. 
 Among them sits the Great Inquisitor. 
 
THE TEMPEST BREWING. 
 
 King Ferdinand, as Jupiter in state, 
 Reclines serenely toward his queenly mate, 
 As Venus lovely she, a Queen in grace, 
 Her eyes illumine a determin'd face ; 
 A- whisper passeth from the King to her. 
 She nods in answer, prompt his will to share ; 
 For she is Queen with full a sovereign's will. 
 The King is Aragon, the Queen Castile. 
 Unlike her lord who Moor and Jew doth burn 
 To prop the Church in hope of base return, 
 Slie yields reluctant, but the priests compel 
 Her nobler soul to sanction deeds of hell, — 
 Those Moloch fires, martyrs in the flame. 
 Her edict kindled, Spain's undying shame ! 
 The Ruler speaks, the Court is mute with awe, 
 Tliey deem his will irrevocable law ; 
 His will is hers whom deeply they revere ; 
 Thus never oracle found readier ear 
 Than he whose words chivalrous vassals hear. 
 
 " Seiiores, princes, tried compeers, of late 
 Unconquerable sons of sires great. 
 Nor glowing speech is ours nor the desire 
 To rake up fuel for the raging fire 
 Which spreads destruction, like a hungry flame 
 In our great combat of unblighted fame. 
 Our filial honor forced on us this war 
 A\ hen from Hispania Zahara the Moor, 
 Our tributary, unencounter'd tore. 
 To us endeared, as ever to a son 
 
8 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 A sacred heirloom glorious fathers won. 
 Ye know Sefiores, Disharmony in Spain, 
 Our foe sustaining, made resistance vain , 
 Thus much of evil on our land was brought, 
 Too long the Laras and the Castras fought. 
 The blood of Spaniard was by Spaniard shed ; 
 Too long the Christian was the Christian's dread. 
 Else never Moslem could have held a day 
 These fairest regions under foreign sway. 
 
 " The Arab came, Confusion seized the land, 
 The Arab stayed upheld by Gothic hand, 
 The Goth, forgetful of inglorious loss, 
 The crescent help'd to trample down the cross. 
 He knew of Walia not, who struck at Rome, 
 Nor knew the Cid, a rock in Christendom. 
 Was he in trance, who once 'gainst Caesar stood. 
 To revel in preposterous brothers' feud ? 
 Or did the fabled fury warp his brain 
 To mar the annals of distracted Spain, 
 Once great and mighty, one from main to main? 
 The nightmare passed, our star ascended high. 
 Who dares our host, our chivalry defy, 
 Whose triumphs pale the glories of Platseaj, 
 Nor yield to Zama, Cannse, Thermopylae. 
 Our heroes live ; Troy fought no braver men 
 Than you, Seiiores, who smote in the den 
 The lupine cohorts of the Saracen ; 
 Betwixt Alhama's fall and Malaga's doom 
 We wrought the tale of world-famed Ilium. 
 
THE TEMPEST BREWING. 
 
 " But, as ihe brute, beleaguered in its lair, 
 The foe encounters with renewed despair, 
 Steals forth in dark to work its evil plan 
 And carries carnage to the haunts of man. 
 So impotent the Moslem in his rage 
 Resolved a war of shame and theft to wage. 
 Granada's battlements an army hold. 
 Her Vega waves with crops of ripening gold ; 
 In dead of night those carnal swarms descend 
 To lay on church and home unholy hand, 
 To stab and slaughter, outrage maid and dame. 
 To hut and convent set tlie arson flame, 
 And, like a cyclone, sweep all in their way ; 
 Unbound by Honor, Age and Youth they slay. 
 No peace with them, enough the plague we bore. 
 Unroll the banner, let the cannon roar ; 
 Strike at Granada and Alhambra's wall, 
 Relentless warring till the crescent fall ; 
 Till freed the Christians rotting in foul dens 
 Unpitied, loath 'd of loathful Saracens. — 
 And we, the Rulers, solemnly did both 
 In God's Omniscience take the sacred oath 
 To dress in armor, sleep in shirts of steel. 
 Cut off that city, and with our foeman deal 
 As Greece hath dealt with old ill-fated Troy, 
 Our foe we conquer, conquer or destroy. 
 With us our Queen the valiant liost will lead 
 And queenly honor each heroic deed, 
 Set on the bravest head the hero's crown, 
 In peace our star, in war our Amazon." 
 
10 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Thus Ferdinand ; the great assembly cheers 
 The martial King who to his knights appears 
 As great and fearful as the god of war ; 
 The air is trembling with the bombard's roar ; 
 They are enkindled, eager for the fray, 
 To strive the}' burn, impatient of delay. 
 Now, as a sullen cloud the sunny plain 
 Invests with gloom and pales the golden grain, 
 Or, as in Bengal's wilds the tiger's trace 
 Scares mirth and laughter from the rover's face, 
 So nameless fear in doubt the audience wraps, 
 As one dark figure slowly forward steps. 
 Like that dread message written on the wall 
 By Fate's own hand before Belshazzar's fall. — 
 Who was that monk who, like ]\Iedusa's eje, 
 The gaze possess'd man's heart to petrify? 
 Hell's prince could scarce a deeper fear inspire 
 Than Torquemada, breathing hateful ire ; 
 As Aztec priest, he from the bosom tore 
 A myriad hearts to glut his thirst for gore. 
 Free speech he craves ; the Monarchs grant it soon, 
 And, like his office, cruel is the boon 
 He asking backs with monkish lore and wit. 
 Appeals to Passion, ransacks Holy Writ. 
 
 " This glorious moment, O my Queen and King ! 
 The highest angels hallelujah sing, 
 "While him unnumber'd serapliim adore, 
 God's only Son, our gracious Saviour, 
 In radiance clad, yet not devoid of pain ; 
 
THE TEMPEST BREWING. 11 
 
 Alas! our sins unseal his wounds again, 
 
 The heavens darken, cherubic squadrons sigh, 
 
 An uproar spreads a tumult in the sky ; 
 
 And sinful w^e, who unconcerned see 
 
 Beneath the cross rank Infidelity 
 
 Thus rampant gangrene, like a poisonous weed, 
 
 The emblems mocking of the Christian's creed, 
 
 As thougli })reYention unapplied implies 
 
 Not sheer defiance hurled to the skies. — 
 
 In Catholic Hispania we deem well 
 
 To let Judea's roaming myriads dwell. 
 
 Who, though unsummon'd to the tented field. 
 
 Untried by loss, unearned power wield. 
 
 And treasures hoard which dazzle and allure 
 
 Proud Gothic knights to mate with tribes impure. 
 
 Gold, gems and wealth, the Hebrew's fond display, 
 
 Ov'r souls uncleansed hold resistless sway, 
 
 Who fain for lucre heart and body sell 
 
 And follow Mammon to the jaws of Hell, 
 
 Unsaved by us, who pmy for grace and bliss, 
 
 And weaklings fling into the flames of Dis. 
 
 " The Jew a Spaniard ! Taric was his friend, 
 The Bedouin hordes he welcomed in this land ; 
 King Roderick's rout near Xeres he did see, 
 Like Pharaoh's fall, with undisguised glee ; 
 Toledo's gate he open'd to the foe, 
 Spain's weal he shares, he never shared her Avoe I 
 When to the Christ we offer him to lift 
 Ungrateful he the giver scorns and gift, 
 
12 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 A deaf ear turning to the preacher's word, 
 
 In caustic strains deriding our blest Lord. 
 
 Convert the Jew we tried, we try in vain, 
 
 One saint Inquisitor by him was slain ; 
 
 The Holy Office and the smoking pyre, 
 
 The dungeon's horrors, thumb-screw, rack and fire, 
 
 And hideous Hell, which ever yawning waits 
 
 For heretics, the stiff-neck'd Semite hates 
 
 Scarce more tlian him, who on Golgotha wore 
 
 The thorny crown, while fiendish hell-hounds tore 
 
 His quivering limbs with reeking spikes of steel, 
 
 When Chaos shook, the Universe did reel. 
 
 The sun, affrighted, shed a lurid ray 
 
 On that sky-hated and earth-quaking day. — • 
 
 What tho' our arms the Mussulman subdue. 
 
 Fall he or not, un vanquish 'd is tlie Jew, 
 
 Of pompous homes voluptuous grandee. 
 
 In show and might a prince from sea to sea, 
 
 His house a slough, a dragon's nest of evil, 
 
 Each head a caitiff of the tempting devil. 
 
 " Ungodly mercy was the sin of Saul 
 Who, sparing Agag, caused his power's fall ; 
 No mortal dare just Heaven's doom reverse 
 Since, lighting on the wicked, weighs the curse 
 Of guilt inherited from ages past 
 To last as long as this frail race shall last. 
 Christ's adversary harbor and implore 
 Santiago's help, the Virgin we adore, 
 The guardian angels, who with us invade 
 
THE TEMPEST BREWING. 13 
 
 The infidel, and lead in this crusade, 
 Befits ambiguous souls, not such as thirst 
 To be among the Saviour's host the first, 
 Hold forth Salvation for the fallen race, 
 Themselves intrench'd in the domain of Grace. 
 
 " Thus, ere Your Majesties embattled move 
 To vanquish Granada, my plan approve, 
 And yours, great j^rinces, shall that city be, 
 Yours perfect faith, untarnish'd victory. 
 Rome's Pontiff pleads with me, for Christ we plead, 
 May Spain, like Rome, be Catholic indeed, 
 Like Rome upsoar beneath the Highest Throne 
 AVhere Father, Son and Ghost unite in One. — 
 None save the baptized shall enjo}'' this land 
 By Christian prowess wrung from faithless hand. 
 The Sacred Book tells, how by Will Divine 
 The Hebrew, striving for ancient Palestine, 
 "While wrecking kingdoms, slew horde after horde, 
 The heathen brood gave to the naked sword ; 
 Unlike our Church, they ask'd none to embrace 
 The threefold Covenant of the chosen race ; 
 We tender love to them who dare deride 
 And scorn tlie image of the Crucified, 
 Prefer perdition to his tree of life, 
 Who fed five thousand with the food of five ; 
 Who godlike trod the placid tremulous wave, 
 Uprose transfigured from the putrid grave. — 
 His foes confounding, deign, great Monarchs, now 
 To close this Council with a liolv vow : 
 
14 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Granada lying prostrate at your feet, 
 
 Never in prayer there our Saviour meet, 
 
 Before at royal bidding it be read, 
 
 That sons of Judah, living, sick, or dead, 
 
 Nor Mercy find above nor peace below, 
 
 Be banish'd hence before the evil grow, 
 
 Before the Church of God they overthrow. 
 
 Thus will ye, Monarchs, Saint Recared's will 
 
 And Pope Gregory's fondest wish fulfill, 
 
 Who Hebrews banish'd, fill'd Vv'ith righteous fears 
 
 Of Jewish treason, now nine hundred years." 
 
 As oft a wakful eye the sleeper sees 
 Endure the nightmare's fearful agonies, 
 And, when relieved, a heaviug breast betrays 
 The dreamer's ease upon his placid face ; 
 Or as sometimes on a bleak April day 
 A broken cloud allows a golden ray 
 To hold out promise of a sunnier INIay, 
 When Spring's advent clears off the AVinter's gloom, 
 And stiffened features softer airs assume ; 
 So was the silence grateful to the sense, 
 Although it was the silence of suspense ; 
 Mute Expectation rose and grew intense, 
 The last word slowly dying in the hall, 
 As thunder's echo or the Ocean's roll 
 When on a distant ear they grumbling fall. 
 Fierce Torquemada, trustful of the King, 
 Is confident his words will ruin bring 
 On that immovable race, who durst defy 
 
THE TE.MPESr BKEWIXG. 15 
 
 The Holy Office and the priestly spy, 
 
 Prepared as Jews to worship or to die. 
 
 Tlie noblemen, as if in face of Death, 
 
 The Sovereign's pleasure wait with baited breath, 
 
 But, unprepared the King his mind to tell, 
 
 Hear thus discourse his pious Isabel. 
 
 " Thy admonition, father, and advice. 
 Spring from a heart so pure, a head so wise 
 That we, who undivided would behold 
 The Church of Christ our State and Throne enfold, 
 Shall in due season thy design give thought, — 
 Tho' not before this closing war is fought, — 
 Beseeching Him, who guards us night and day, 
 That we unerring choose the wisest way; 
 For, meaning well, frail beings often err 
 If ill-advised they great resolves declare, 
 And, bent on good, have evil to deplore, 
 Since evil once is evil evermore. 
 Fain by that faith the Lamb of God hatli given 
 Would we Judea's remnant lead to Heaven ; 
 To bear his message this wide world around 
 King, queen and vassal are in duty bound ; 
 Fain should we quench those fetid smokes, which rise 
 And shroud in darkness Andalusia's skies, 
 "Whose fragrant breezes, grateful to the sense, 
 Are sated thus with seed of pestilence, 
 While daily spreading over us a gloom 
 Portentous hovers, like a cloud of doom. — 
 Of man unworthy is the cruel sight 
 
IG THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 To see tlie helpless brute transfix'd in flight 
 Unmoved ; much less unpitied in the flame 
 To see men perish with the brand of shame 
 In agonies untold, devoid of faith, 
 Life, name and hope lost in a dreadful death. 
 Long in our conscience brooding, fearing less 
 Our holy rigors cause undue distress 
 To tender innocents, who know not why 
 They must endure such woeful misery, 
 Their parents lose in an infernal tomb, 
 Forfeiting all, their heritage, their home. 
 We wrote our scruples to the Holy See ; 
 And Rome sent answer, that idolatry 
 The ruins made on which God's Kingdom rose ; 
 We should salvation on the world impose; 
 And it were right, that infidels by loss 
 Be humbled low to kneel before the cross, 
 Since, punishing our parents, the All-Wise 
 Had banish'd them from happy Paradise, 
 Their offsprings bearing full the woes they bore. 
 By Heaven judged, He first Inquisitor. 
 
 " What folly, seeing thus the ebbing tide 
 Of Heathendom with dying roar subside 
 Before the thunders of invincible foes, 
 Whose vast dominion ever vaster grows. 
 Unearthly favored, battling great and free, 
 Marshall'd by saints in sparkling panoply, 
 As when Jerusalem by fiery blades 
 Of angels fell, who lead in those crusades, 
 
THE tp:mpest brewing. 17 
 
 To answer Mercy with Defiance hurlM 
 Against the mightest of this mighty world. 
 How passing strange to see a people err 
 Jehovah chose His priest and messenger, 
 Preservers of the seed ordained to be 
 In aftertimes the saving Eden-tree ; 
 Far-seeing men who new events discern, 
 From nascent things impending issues learn ; 
 Men skill'd in arts wdiich grace the noblest mind, 
 In hoarding treasure leaving skill behind, 
 Invaluable in management of things, 
 To princes welcome, welcome to great kings, 
 They unenlighten'd by the world's event— 
 The blest Messiah with Salvation sent ! 
 Except this error, judging by the past, 
 We may no odium on the Hebrew cast ; — 
 Thus for eight years the treasures of our land 
 No ebb did suffer in a Hebrew's hand. — 
 Ye know him all, Seiiores, know him well. 
 Our trusty minister Abarbanel." 
 
 The silver note still linger'd in the ear 
 When, as if prone to read Don Isaac's fear, 
 The whole Assembly turned full their gaze 
 On him they honor'd of the censured race. 
 There stood in pain the servitor of State, 
 A passive hearer of the sad debate 
 The arch-foe of his kin did initiate. 
 Him Torquemada hated little less 
 Than all the rest, who did his faith profess. 
 
18 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And nicknamed him " The devil's cmniing cheat 
 
 Who, fiend liimself, the devil may defeat." 
 
 But none his honor coupled with a doubt, 
 
 Knowing his mind was generous and devout ; 
 
 Even Gonzalez, deadly foe of him, 
 
 Could by no stain that Hebrew's lustre dim. 
 
 He of Davidic line and princely blood, 
 
 Eight years replenishing the ebbing flood 
 
 Of royal treasure wasted in the war. 
 
 Conversant was with old and modern lore, 
 
 A student deep of what the ages taught, 
 
 For wisdom digging, led by highest thought. 
 
 The Queen, he hoped, would lend a gracious ear 
 
 If, daring for his race to interfere, 
 
 A suppliant he w^ould approach the Throne 
 
 Before the evil came and Hope w^as gone ; 
 
 Great moment when a people's fate depends 
 
 On one who, pleading, unassisted stands. 
 
 A throbbing heart his body shakes and knee ; 
 
 He forward comes, in bearing a grandee, 
 
 To plead for Justice or appeal to Grace ; 
 
 The gloom of sorrow saddens eye and face, 
 
 Not unrelieved by a luminous streak, 
 
 A shade of light that vanishes too quick. — 
 
 The queenly eye beams mercy undenied. 
 
 The King doth half her sympathy divide, 
 
 As downcast they behold the hoary sage 
 
 Encounter mildly Torquemada's rage ; 
 
 Her gracious nod his drooping spirits brace, 
 
 Who, lowly bowing, thus appeals for grace. 
 
THK TEMPEST BREWING. 19> 
 
 " If I, dread Sovereigns, basking in the ray 
 Of sky-blest Royalty had naught to say 
 For loyal kinsmen humbled and careworn, 
 Whom Time reserves for undeserved scorn, 
 Who suffer torments, suffer for the Great 
 Infinite Spirit, and more precious rate 
 The love of worship at the Highest Throne 
 Than pomp and power, bubbles basely won ; 
 If I, to Nature false, would make no plea 
 For friendless friends, for Faith and Loyalty, 
 The meanest I should deem myself of them, 
 Who crave and wear sweet Sorrow's diadem. 
 Man worships greatness even in his foes, 
 By worship lifted genius godlike grows ; 
 Mere whim divides what Nature means to be 
 Throughout her realms harmonious unity. 
 Mankind is one, one like that Fountain-Head 
 Whence life is flowing, whither -go the dead. 
 One Spirit moves the All, it flows in beams 
 Of truth eternal from celestial streams ; 
 Whoso seeks Truth and clings to her with love 
 In him is Virtue, Spirit from above ; 
 If man but worship, needless to agree 
 Or force Conviction ; man like God is free ; 
 Free as the bird who free his carol sings 
 In various cadence Heaven's Goodness rings ; 
 Free as the cloudlet, free as Azure's vast, 
 As ether free, free as tlie lightning's blast ; 
 As must our breath so must our soul be free, 
 The mind enchained makes life a slavery. — ■ 
 
20 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 In countless ways Almighty works His end, 
 The bud and blossom toward mild sunshine bend, 
 Free homage paying to that radiant sphere ; 
 He worships not who worships out of fear. 
 The free-born reverence God, why rules enforce 
 On mind sky-prompted, as the water's course. 
 
 " Tho' from great Ocean all the currents spring, 
 That flood the earth and golden liarvests bring, 
 On Azure throw that wondrous rainbow-span 
 Of many hues, which is the awe of man, 
 Not all, ascending the cloud-vested height. 
 Descend to mirror constellations bright 
 In streams of crystal, lakes of skyey blue, 
 In limpid rivers, pearls of sparkling dew ; 
 But some break passage, thro' impassable tracts. 
 Some sweep adown in roaring cataracts ; 
 Thro' rock and crevice others come to light, 
 Some well in tunnels, some in rayless night ; 
 Some spread destruction in the fertile plain. 
 Some clear return, some troubled to the main ; 
 And like those currents doth the human wave 
 Around this globe unnamed spectres brave, 
 Mysterious Destiny with pall and grave, 
 Instinct with faith, that spirits pure must rise, 
 As things ethereal, to the rainbow'd skies. — 
 With reason dawning, feelings undefined, 
 Man long of Edens and of hells divined, 
 With ardor turned to the orb of day, 
 The river, brute adored, or gods of clay, 
 
THE TEMPEST BREWING. 21 
 
 Believed his idol truest of the rest, 
 
 His worship truest, and his rite the best. 
 
 A freezing horror seizes heart and mind 
 
 On gazing thro' the darkest times behind, 
 
 To see the reeking fumes from altars rise 
 
 Where man of man makes hideous sacrifice, 
 
 His kin, his child delivers to the flames, 
 
 His lewdness gratifies, his body maims. 
 
 Convinced his fetich of immortal bliss 
 
 Delights in foulness, sacrifice like this. — 
 
 Yea, old is Error, old the search of Truth, 
 
 As old as longing for unfading Youth 
 
 And power here ; unblamable the greed 
 
 To gain dominion, spread a cherisli'd creed, 
 
 In the hereafter seek a heavenly goal ; 
 
 As God is living, deathless is our soul. 
 
 To live forever strove immortal Cid, 
 
 Immortal longing built the pyramid ; 
 
 Oil, bronze and marble quicken to the breath 
 
 Of Art in contest with the rule of Death ; 
 
 Ay, plant and brute, each species, it is clear, 
 
 Obeying Nature, sturdy offsprings rear 
 
 Their kind on earth forever to preserve ; 
 
 Then, Manhood why impeach that hates to swerve 
 
 From sacred lines a hundred ages trace ? 
 
 Can filial Reverence be a son's disgrace? 
 
 Lou's prophet joins Iran's blessed guide, 
 
 The Orient's wisest, India's deathless pride; 
 
 The dreamer of Nirvana, and the mage 
 
 Of Egypt's wisdom, how far from the sage 
 
■22 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 'Of Greece and Rome and Bethlehem are they 
 That speak of powers who this planet sway, 
 Alternate ruling as frail mortals prove 
 Or cacodemons or high-priests of Love. 
 
 " The faith of Love, what else revealed he, 
 The Christian's Master, what our Prophec}'? 
 His lore at hand, his symbols within ken. 
 Who dream'd of peace and good will to all men. 
 Without a line of Scripture old or new, 
 Without a cause, an accusation true, 
 With tears of angels, who our woes record, 
 Iberia burns the image of the Lord ! 
 A myriad martyrs perish 'd at the stake. 
 Who would impious not with fathers break, 
 Prom Sinai bearing in Jehovah's name 
 The grandest Message mankind to reclaim ! 
 Sweet Charity may Justice help to stay 
 The cruel rod that hurts, too weak to slay 
 A people's honor tested by the tears 
 And death-defiance of three thousand years. — 
 Iberia's guilty sons have done the most 
 In drawing hither the invading host 
 When Roderick's fall Hispania overthrew ; 
 ■Count Julian's vengeance Taric's army drew, 
 And traitor Oppas, priest and bishop, too. 
 Their Gothic legions joined, veterans all, 
 To help the Arab speed Don Roderick's fall. 
 Some Jews betrayed, forsooth they did betray 
 Tormentors ready hate for love to pay ; 
 
THE TEMPEST BKEWIJS'G. 23 
 
 They should liave borne an unendurable fate ; 
 All, they were men, who gave no love for hate. 
 
 " Ay, sorrow is my people's tragic tale, 
 Since Zion's downfall buffeting the gale 
 Of grim Adversity, Oppression fierce. 
 In cradle scorned, scorned on the hearse. 
 When lived a nation, vainly doth one search 
 The olden chronicles of State or Church, 
 Who God's great altar under heaven built, 
 A thousand times for Faith the heart's blood spilt, 
 As Israel by Inspiration swayed. 
 By anguish tried, by trials undismayed? 
 No home, no rest, since Zion widow'd stands. 
 No rest for them who praying fold their hands, 
 Who bless the soil wherever they sojourn, 
 Until once more, like saplings newly born, 
 From climes endeared, from sacred homesteads torn, 
 They wander forth, the mother suffering most, 
 The babe in arm, a haggard, starving host ! — - 
 Forbear, great Monarchs, Justice cries forbear 
 Such fearful judgment 'gainst us to declare, 
 Who work devoted to this Commonweal 
 AVith Hebrew ardor and the Spaniard's zeal. 
 How shall I tell the sorrow of a race 
 Whose mothers weep, whose infants pray for grace? 
 White-headed Age with tears for Justice cries, 
 For ]\Iercy all waft prayers to the skies, 
 Knowing Almighty Innocence befriends, 
 And sovereigns, likewise, whom to rule He sends." 
 
24 THE qUKST OF COLUiMBUS. 
 
 As when the springing day in beauty spread 
 A frowning West illumines dark and dread, 
 The sky around, as if in mute suspense, 
 Looks neutral blue betwixt the masses dense 
 Of gold-edg'd zones indefinite in form 
 And lurid clouds of the impending storm, 
 So shone the Queen, Compassion in her look. 
 While red with anger Torquemada shook. 
 Unable a grim temper to subdue, 
 Seeing the Queen felt pity for the Jew; 
 A knowing infidel, who by old lore 
 Gainsaid the charge of the Inquisitor, 
 Inserting subtly the envenomed sting 
 How Roderick's ruin priestcraft help'd to bring. 
 When Goth and Moor Don Roderick dealt the blow 
 AVhich did Hispania's power overthrow. 
 Yon iron magnates, who, inured to deed 
 Of gory battle, could see kinsmen bleed 
 Unmoved, but having child and parent gray. 
 Stood stirr'd within, tho' none had aught to say. 
 Aware the King ungracious took the plea, 
 Unsettled yet, but void of sympathy.^ 
 Poor minions, poor in soul, when will ye learn 
 Mock-chivalry from Manhood to discern ? 
 God's living ray, enkindled to a flame, 
 Man's bosom moves to love ; unspeakable shame ! 
 To see it buried smoulder in a rage 
 In strife intestine with base vassalage. 
 The fetters loathing, golden tho' they be. 
 Of crowned baseness, titled slavery. 
 
TIIK TKXri'KST BREWING. 25 
 
 How many dare the bolder thought give word ? 
 
 How many would the word and deed accord? 
 
 Deceit prevails, the guileful will beguile, 
 
 The cheat deceive, the traitor stab and smile, 
 
 Thus putting Treason's currency in vogue, 
 
 Each other rating either fool or rogue. 
 
 Why should not man, else high above the beast, 
 
 In simpte candor equal it at least? 
 
 Or is he less than basest creature free 
 
 With all his like agree or disagree, 
 
 Promote the good, the bad hate as he can, 
 
 Be true to self, be honest, be a man? 
 
 Have faith in self, thy being's bent confess, 
 
 Be Epicurus or Diogenes, 
 
 Be Machiavelli rather than be weak ; 
 
 In thought a hero, dare the truth to speak ; 
 
 Thy hand and foot have chained, if this must be, 
 
 Thy spirit flow, as light and ether free. 
 
 Now yonder stately prelate, who is he 
 Of lordly port, majestic dignity ? 
 His thoughtful look bespeaks self-conscious weight; 
 Spain's first in Church, tliird power in the State 
 They number him at Court, and justly so. 
 The Sovereigns honoring his Yea, or No. 
 The Queen's adviser, Cardinal of Spain, 
 Great wealth was his, beside a large domain 
 Of land and men ; nor would he sliun a chance 
 Of chivalrous exploit with sword or lance, 
 Tho' on his head the locks did plainly show 
 
20 'llli: fiV Kr-T OK COLL'MlJUrs. 
 
 Of three scort; years the shining silver snow. — 
 
 Gonzalez de Mendoza doubly bound 
 
 Feels at this 'hour to let his voice resound 
 
 In deprecating manner, urging strong 
 
 Postponement of an act he deems not wrong 
 
 But thinks unwise, knowing how much was due 
 
 Of past achievement to the thrifty Jew, 
 
 AVho during war gave gold with open hand, 
 
 In peace did stir the staples of the land ; 
 
 Of late again his contribution sent. 
 
 His fanes divesting of all ornament. 
 
 Besides, the Cardinal stood bound to find 
 11 J e present temper of the royal mind 
 Aboiit that strange exploit, the jest and theme 
 Of Court and country, banter'd as a dream 
 Of airy tissues wrought; a brain disease. 
 Affecting deep a venturous Genoese. 
 He, like a prophet, fire in his eyes 
 Of regions raved as fair as Paradise, 
 Or, like a bard inspired by his lay, 
 Columbus would the hearer's fancy sway 
 By tales of kingdoms he would give to Sjjain, 
 If sail he could athwart the gulfy main. 
 A fleet he sought to plough the Western sea, 
 Unseal the lips of Myth and Mystery, 
 Discover countries vast and wonderful, 
 And hoist the ensign of Iberia's rule. — 
 With twofold purpose thus the Priest of Spain 
 The Throne addressed in an earnest strain. 
 
THE TEMPEST BJIEWIXG. 27 
 
 " Your Majesties amid tlio din of war 
 Discussion hear on themes of pious lore, 
 And ask, perchance, if tliis Assembly be 
 A learned conclave at the Papal See, 
 Or warlike leaders of our chivalry, 
 Renowned warriors suramon'd to invade 
 The Moor's last refuge, who in this crusade, 
 Defeated often, often rose again, 
 Resistance bidding our victorious Spain. 
 
 " Ill-time for him, whom foes to action rouse, 
 To stir Commotion in his peaceful house 
 Where, lord unquestioned, in the liour of peace, 
 If men he rule, may please thcrii or dis^ilease, 
 The caged bird may feed or slay, or peg, 
 May slay the goose that lays the golden egg; 
 No hurry there, but elsewhere, should we wait, 
 Too slow to profit by a hint of Fate 
 So precious rare, we might discover late 
 An Eldorado slip[)iiig thro' our hand 
 To flood with treasure some unholy land. 
 And loss by golden harvests unrotrieved 
 Are hopeless races who no Christ received ; 
 With sin in soul, uncleansed, faithless they, 
 Unknowing, thirst not for the sky-sent ray 
 AVhich from the Orient breaking, like a wave 
 Of beatific radiance, man did save 
 From evil here and Hell beyond the grave. 
 What pity, Sire, if hopeless nations live 
 Beyond the Ocean, who no grace receive! 
 
28 THE QUEST OF COLUxMBUS. 
 
 What sorry thought, my Queen, thro' them who fell, 
 
 That millions unredeemed sink into Hell ! 
 
 Might not kind Heaven, sinful tho' wo be 
 
 His pleasure utter thro' that pro})liecy 
 
 Columbus blazons, as of 3'ore in trance, 
 
 The wizard i^oui'cd prophetic utterance? 
 
 "In vain did Wisdom her grave scruples tell, 
 In vain did Malice hoot and Mockciy yell, 
 His visions glow, he speaks, as if his eyes 
 Had seen the grandeurs of those distant skies, 
 And in his transport makes the doubter see 
 The vivid pictures of his })hantasy, 
 Who, never tired, never stops to say 
 Of Mangi's hoards, the wonders of Cathay, 
 The Khan's conversion, who once petition sent 
 To Rome for faith, baptism and sacrament. 
 
 " Whether an armament with flags unfurl'd 
 Shall sail in ({ucst of the unsearched world, 
 Return triumphant, startling things in store. 
 Or come unenvied, or return no more, 
 Columbus, long by patient waiting tried, 
 Now prays, Your Majesties may deign decide; 
 For not uncourted now, as hitherto, 
 Doth he unpatronized a j^atron woo. 
 Three monarchs promise, should ho leave this land. 
 To place armadas at his sole command. 
 Pie being courted by the urgent call 
 Of Portugal, great All)i()n and Gauk" 
 
TJIK TKMl'KST JJKKWING. 29 
 
 " Grand C-ufdiiuil," the wary King replies, 
 " We evei" lionor'd, l)onor your advice, 
 Who, wise in counsel, in religion great, 
 A luminous pillar gracing Church and State, 
 Doth reason wisely, we believe and feel, 
 With love inspired for Ilispania's weal. 
 And for the cause our Saviour did hc(|ueath 
 To us for whom he gave himself to Death. 
 But even kings are weaker than their will, 
 Tho' crown'd and sceptred they have wishes still 
 Oft unfulfiU'd, oft tantalized by Fate, 
 Yea, frail are monarchs, (!od alone is great ! — 
 New enterprise at this portentous hour 
 When bristling swarms along our borders lour, 
 Against our cities bend their vengeful arms. 
 On hill and mountain feed their fire alarms, 
 Our outposts threaten, siege lay to our forts, 
 Would, like the wooer who two maidens courts, 
 Uncertain of securing one with ease, 
 Our strength diminish and our risks increase. 
 The war once ended, it is our intent 
 That mariner the armed ships to grant 
 Well fitted to resist the stormy wave, 
 Untraversed waters, perils dark to brave. 
 That he discover some new land and race 
 Of men unsaved, who no Creator praise. 
 Know not our Lord foreign to light and grace.^ 
 Let this Columbus know : peace unrestored. 
 Indulge in hazards we can ill afford. 
 Scarce time have we at this momentous turn, 
 
30 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 While liost and chivalry with ardor burn 
 
 To end the combat of so many years, 
 
 By triumphs brightened, sadden'd oft by tears 
 
 Of widow'd mothers, orphans on the breast, 
 
 To give ripe thought to ventures in the West ; 
 
 Nor have we surplus to defray the cost 
 
 Of an armada likely to be lost. 
 
 War drains the marrow, drains the wealth of Spain; 
 
 War, then, until our land be free again ; 
 
 War be our calling, war our thought and dream. 
 
 War on the crescent, Christ shall rule supreme ! " 
 
 The Council closes ; humble on the knee 
 The King and Queen, the prelate, the grandee, 
 With earnest soul their saints and gods implore 
 To bless their- arms in this protracted M'ar. 
 With folded hands thus Torquemada prays : 
 " Sweep Moor and Jew, Lord, from Hispania's face 
 Who scorn Thy Son, reject His precious grace. 
 When Spain, the worldly, Rome the ghostly might, 
 Shall rule sole arbiters of Faith and Right !" 
 One prays erect, while from his eye doth well 
 The tear of grief; he is Abarbanel. 
 
 Credulity, thy dupes are thick as sand, 
 As rank as summer weeds in every land ; 
 In every clime, dull goddess, Reason flies 
 Before the blindness of thy votaries, 
 Who would chaotic Night on earth restore, 
 Had God not Chaos doomed forevermore. 
 
BOOK II. 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 The magnitude of the discoverer's enterprise ; superior to all 
 achievements past. The perseverance of Columbus; on his way 
 to France with liis child, Diego ; seeks rest in a shady grove ; 
 serious meditation ; at the gate of La Rabida. He unfolds him- 
 self to the Prior. His grievance against the Spanish Court, and 
 his determination to proceed to France. Tlie Prior detains and 
 entertains him. They ascend at sunset the highest belfry of the 
 Convent that commands a view on the si'a. The Prior's appre- 
 hensions concerning the Quest. Certain legends. In answer Co- 
 lumbus unrolls a gorgeous picture of the unredeemed East, espe- 
 cially of Xipangu and Cathay, adding reasons in support of hie 
 assertion. Serious thoughts. The Council of Salamanca is re 
 ferred to. The grandeur of i)ropliecy. Comfort derived from 
 ideal dreams. This earth yet to be fully saved. His first vis- 
 ion of the undiscovered world. How it was revealed to him, 
 and by who:n. His bitter disappointment at Cordova. Fernan- 
 do de Talavera the cause. A mystic vision of a dead world 
 buried in darkness ; its restoration to light and life. What 
 visions mean. Faith his inexliaustible comfort ; longs to be 
 the leader of another crusade against the Caliph. An awful 
 moment followed by a fright. The Prior is insjjired by the en- 
 thusiasm of his guest, and promises to take steps to influence 
 the Queen to whom he is known. 
 
 Thoq Wisdom Highest, blazing from above 
 In glowing symbols. Thou, Supremest Love, 
 Who of Thy prime Effulgence send'st a beam, 
 A blessed ray of that sky-flooding stream, 
 That feeds the stars, to light the mortal's mind 
 With sacred Trutli, the quest of human kind, 
 
 (31) 
 
ol THE (.iUEST Ol" COr.UMBUS. 
 
 Deign TJkhi whom sage and bard and propliet seek 
 
 To brace and strengthen what in me is weak, 
 
 Should daring I from trodden pathways stray, 
 
 While of the world's discoverer I say : 
 
 How lie, inspired with a martyr's zeal, 
 
 This globe's unknown half did to man reveal, 
 
 More fabulous than those weird lands of yore, 
 
 Old Chin, Great Tartary, than India's shore 
 
 To Ethioi)ia's bounds ; thence round the Inland Sea 
 
 That Asia laves, Europe and Barljary. 
 
 Yet law it seems. Almighty wills it so, 
 
 That earthly Joy be conscious of some woe, 
 
 That triumphs won in this sul)hmar life. 
 
 Be won in struggle, won in deadly strife. — ■ 
 
 Thus gone are they, who friendly did embrace 
 
 The wile intruders of a greedy race, 
 
 riiem deeming beings of unearthly birth, 
 
 Bestowing blessings on the sons of earth ; 
 
 Forever gone, gone, betrayed and slain, 
 
 By bloodhounds torn, those curs of cruel Spain ! 
 
 But how by i-aidv unaided, strange at Court, 
 The wiseling's scorn, of eveiy wit the sport. 
 Did undishearten'd thus Columbus face 
 The sphinx of riddles, })lough the shoreless space, 
 Unknown, unsounded, gulfs prodigious deep, 
 Which monsters haunt, disastrous tempests sweep ? 
 How })ictured he his vision to the car 
 Which, realized, restored a hemisphere. 
 From sea to sea a garden made for man, 
 
AT TJIE CONVENT. 33 
 
 Tlic exile's lioiiie, his goWeii Caiuuiu ? 
 Call tlieni no heroes, bo their fame unsung 
 Who, wielding ai'inies, liappy kingdoius wrung 
 From liands unclasped, too weak to resist 
 Tlie tyrant's weapon planted in the list ; 
 No glory gild them wdio for empire iight, 
 They strive not thus unrighted wrong to right; 
 Their deeds, if living, written are in tlame, 
 Of groans and curses woven is their fame. 
 But those remember, grateful sound their praise, 
 Whose lofty dealings lifted all the race, 
 Who, as Columbus, forlorn, poor, alone, 
 Accomplish 'd moi-e than Spain's exalted throne; 
 Than Cicsar more and than the Pontiffs all, 
 Moi-e than the Great of Muscovy and Gaul, 
 Than all the victors famed resistless strong, 
 The Thors and Titans fabled of in song. — 
 Hear him discourse, upsoaring in his goal, 
 A wounded heart is his, a vexed sold, 
 Of greatness dreaming, that shall gild liis name 
 With dazzling lustre, everlasting fame. 
 
 " Yon wdiero the twigs and leafage intertwine 
 And let the sunlight tremulously shine 
 On herbage cool, my son, a while we bide. 
 Until reposed, of perspiration dried. 
 We toward that Convent move upon the hill 
 Where holy friars holy vows fullill. 
 Live but to pray from early morn to eve. 
 The weary pilgrim of his cares relieve, 
 
34 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Kelieve of sin the penitent who come 
 Shipwrecked, sore, to seek a peaceful home.— 
 Dear, sweet Seclusion, Peace Elysian sweet, 
 Thrice blest to such as, hunting Fortune, meet 
 Her slavish minions eying with disdain 
 Unhonor'd Honor, too conscious to complain ; 
 Thou isle of comfort 'mid an ocean's rage. 
 Life's oasis, whose balms all sores assuage, 
 Not I thy portal seek therein to stay ; 
 Long drifted helpless on my lonely way. 
 Whose years are wasted, wasted in delay." 
 
 Thus, ere they enter the leaf-woven shade, 
 Columbus speaks ; then passing thro' a glade, 
 They breathe the cool beneath a roof of trees ; 
 The father takes the urchin on his knees, 
 Who slips the hold, makes pillow of his palm. 
 And sleep is there his nascent cares to calm. 
 But thou, Columbus, unrelieved by sleep 
 Of pains, which like a seething torrent sweep 
 Thro' heart and brain and make thy forehead hot, 
 Tho' undespairing, thine is gloomy thought ; 
 Thy prospects faded, S2')ain thy hopes deceived. 
 Wherefore thou speakest thus in soul aggrieved. 
 
 " Why dwells my thought on the void shows of life, 
 The dream of youth, the husband and the wife, 
 The fear of death, the mystery of birth ; 
 Meseems as heaven mysterious is the earth, 
 A. world of folly, creatures struggling round 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 35 
 
 Untlioughtful, treading consecrated ground, 
 
 As if unconscious of a wither'd past 
 
 Or unalarmed at the end of dust. — 
 
 So must it be, else mother's kiss and tear 
 
 AVould burning fall uj^on her infant dear ; 
 
 The youth, his love embracing, could but rave, 
 
 Seeing in mind his dearest in the grave ; 
 
 Endeavor slacken'd, cease would work and strife ; 
 
 Who could incessant face grim Death in Life ? 
 
 Eternal Grace those horrid sights forbade 
 
 To haunt the mind and robe the world in shade. — 
 
 Yet thoughtless being, toiling without aim, 
 
 Live like the worm, decay unknown to Fame, 
 
 Swim with the current, sail on with the breeze, 
 
 Man's birthright sacrifice to slavish ease ; 
 
 Pursue the road twelve hundred millions tread, 
 
 Then rot among the unremember'd dead, 
 
 Instead of treading empires untrod. 
 
 Be famed for aye an instrument of God, 
 
 111 suits a soul who, like mj'self, is driven 
 
 To great achievement by the Voice of Heaven. — 
 
 The Godhead speaks, tho' oracles are gone, 
 
 To every soul, not to the seer alone ; 
 
 The Godhead speaks, He speaks yet to the best 
 
 The upright heart, I feel it in my breast ; 
 
 I feel the fiat rolling thro' my blood 
 
 The Spirit, brooding on the rayless flood, 
 
 Sent forth thro' Chaos, ere creation rose ; 
 
 I feel the Spirit, who the prophet chose 
 
 Unutter'd truth inspired to reveal ; 
 
i\(\ 
 
 'I'll!'; (M'I'iS'r oi' COMIMIIIIS. 
 
 IliM iii<;;,s;ij'i' in iii\' liciil ol lic'iiis I li'cl, 
 
 Jlii|)iir(| li\' l'";ili' lli;il, Hfi'ld ((» iiiisc;il, 
 
 Wliit'li Imir lliis |»l;iml, since, llm world \\;ih nin.ilc, 
 
 In (hirkni'SS liidcs, i ni |miicI i;ili|e slmdc. 
 
 I inly }',l'>\\, I 'ronirl licin is (lie (l.inic, 
 
 W'liifli ( inciidi lc;-s liuins in Iliis dcvolcd IV.imm!; 
 
 I Ind;ini|i((| iiics |i;i rcli in;.'; nirvc, :ind lii;iin, 
 Make ll(»|i('s <l('lii_v lln' |i:un (if niniiiil |i;iin. 
 
 " Ay nic ! w li;ii llinics (■.•idi prcfiitus jiirlli |H'<'ccd( 
 \\di;il. llowrfH iil'C' .sniollici'd \>y llic i;i n 1 1 >;i n I, weed! 
 Mow M|M'cdy IjiTnr ni.ni of 'I'lnlli (o roli, 
 ll(i\v crn \\ lin;.!,' Tnilli (o nndccci \(i (lir niol), 
 W'lui^ ;is dnil monks, insl'ind i \'('l y .Mjj^rc^o 
 
 To poster (Jillius willi 'riieolduy ! 
 
 Tlie IVo/.en ilojini;i, ;is IIk' ninnMii\' de;id, 
 Like dlM^MMl's (celli, infein.'d j'oldins lifed. - 
 'Idle liv'in;^'; < Jod \\<';i\(S on 1 1 is loom of 'Timo 
 
 I I is li\'in^'; }';!irl» in every ;ij.'(^ nn<l dime; 
 
 Tlu» starry liea\(iis |>roi'laim 1 1 is jdowin;'; Lovo 
 All tiesli and spirit- toward {'erfeejion nio\(' ; 
 'Idle |»asl. is past, new times new proMniis raise, 
 New lijdits are dawniii}';, |ir<'ak in;", lliro' IIk! lia/,(* 
 ()t' mists iinlit'tcd liy men wlio extol 
 Unl'niill'nl do;'iiias o\er 'rrntli and soul." 
 
 l^roin rcsl. upsiai'tin;'\ l)rnsliin;i; otT the Hies, 
 Impatient- hieeo rnlis his drowsy ey<'S, 
 Then at his lather looks with miil(' appeal, 
 Since ♦•ai'l\' morn the |io\' hath had no meal. 
 
AT 'I'lIK ('()N\'I':X'I\ 
 
 "Conic, hic^o, soil, tlic \\iis[> is not, as Itad 
 As pni'cliin^;' TliiisL oi- 1 1 iiii<;('i''s nionlli uiiI'imI 
 Oomc on, my hoy," (lie lo\int^' ]t;ircni sinilM 
 i\n(l ^cnlly l'on(ll(Ml liis unclicci'l'ul child. 
 " Yon liosi)il;il)l(i fold hnlh hrcad lor nil 
 And blessings, (oo, i'oi' siidi ;is linndily c:ill." 
 
 Uphill Ihoy (dind), ;i, solitiuy li(M<;-ht 
 Kabida's ConvcMil shows in snnny li^ht, 
 A cloislci' I'linions anionij; the I'nslic mass. 
 Who yearly thilhcr Hock in festive di'css, 
 The Virgin woi-shi|», who the I'ahies' rage 
 Since years hatJi hanish'd IVom that, vicinage. 
 Unsougld., nnguardcd, silent all alone 
 "^IdK^'iH^ rose tli(^ precinct, of moss-cover'd stone 
 No sonl was seen, no voice was heard aronn<l, 
 ]^arr'd was the gaU^, deserted was the ground, 
 ►So lonesome lireless was IIk^ sacred jdace. 
 
 r,7 
 
 rx'l'ore th(( portal nnising stood a s[»M,ee 
 ('olund)iis, er(; his modest, rapping slirr'd 
 Somconii within, whose Hearing st-ej" hw heard; 
 A man of age within the wicket, stood 
 l^arclieaded, tall, heliind the I'riar's hood; 
 A sndle ilhimincil his iniai'tl'id l'ac(^, 
 Th' was the lleail, the i'rior of the place. 
 " I'eaee to the stranger kno( king al onr gat(^, 
 Walk in, ye j)ilgi'ims, for the hoin- is lat<'; 
 W(! faithful welcome faithful men to stay, 
 To eat our l)reail, and al, our altar |'ra,y," 
 
38 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Thus Prior Perez de Marchena lures 
 The strangers inside and tlie bolt secures ; 
 Then, pausing at the threshold's arched pass, 
 Columbus gravely bows and answers thus. 
 
 " Ye large of heart, who for a purpose live, 
 Who, having little, have so much to give, 
 Whose word is manna to the w^eary soul. 
 Who, scorning Fortune, know nor Fear nor Dole, 
 Disdaining pomp and worldly state and show, 
 God's peace on man with seraph's wand bestow, 
 God's peace I seek alas ! but fail to find 
 The heart's repose, the ichor of the mind. 
 By visions harassed, dreams undream'd before, 
 Than fables dimmer, legendary lore, 
 Tho' true to me, true as the sun I see, 
 As true as Truth, clear as Reality. 
 
 " But when, since Time flics on unfolded wing, 
 Since man of earth proclaims himself the king, 
 Since, like the weed, rank Error spreadeth far, 
 While Truth half-glimmers as a nebulous star. 
 When rose a thinker, died a sage unfought 
 Who durst give utterance to a deeper thought. 
 Which dazes pedants reared in sapient schools. 
 And stirs the clamor of twelve thousand fools? 
 That in his world-career man moveth slow 
 I wonder not since much of him I know, 
 But wonder at the pace they progress call, 
 I wonder, wonder that he moves at all. 
 
AT THK CONVJONT. 39 
 
 With eyo for case, with doubt and wakeful greed, 
 
 The yoke of habit, chains of race and creed, 
 
 The dread of loss, the thirst for praise and gold, 
 
 Lust for the now and bias for the old. 
 
 He vainly strives his godlike bent to prove. 
 
 His backward glance retarding every move. — 
 
 For something born, some calling to fulfill, 
 
 I feel a purj)ose, father, have a will 
 
 Am undeterred things untried to try. 
 
 Give mankind kingdoms or uncoffin'd die ; 
 
 But where find help? for, lest the em})rise fail, 
 
 No throne a minnow risks to bait a whale. 
 
 For eighteen years in this my needful state 
 
 I am for means a suitor to the great 
 
 To search the lands in the remotest West 
 
 Lands peo[»led thick, aus[)icious, yet unblest. 
 
 For Christ to them did neither come nor rise, 
 
 Man lives there hap})y, but unha})py dies. 
 
 Spain lent an ear when I of kingdoms told. 
 
 Of realms unruled, of conquest and of gold ; 
 
 Her wisest counselors said nor 'No' nor 'A3^e,' 
 
 Long irresolved, she still prefers delay 
 
 Till, urged farther, after long debate. 
 
 Once more she answered : ' Patience have, and wait.' 
 
 My patience. Prior, richer than my purse, 
 
 My patience failed not when my bread was scarce ; 
 
 I waited years, I waited night and day, 
 
 I waited young, and, waiting, I am gray; 
 
 Time fleets incessant. Death is in her train, 
 
 Might Gaul not do what is undone by Spain? 
 
40 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Hers be the glory races to redeem, 
 
 Hers fame and profit, she the poet's theme." 
 
 The worthy Prior strains his friendly eyes 
 With utmost wonder, uncontroll'd surprise ; 
 Such lofty visions could not him displease 
 As bodied forth the fiery Genoese ; 
 So looks a man who at his helpful door 
 Relieves the hunger of unfriended poor 
 And mid the paupers, who for pennies thank, 
 A faded figure meets, a son of rank. — • 
 " And art thou he," the priest said to his guest, 
 " Who for God's glory and our country's best 
 Wouldst lift the veil from the dark-shrouded AVest? 
 Thou art Columbus," here he seized his hand, 
 " Whose visions are the wonder of the land, 
 Who fires monarchs by the spirit's flame, 
 Whom idle tongues the dreamer's dreamer name? 
 Twice welcome, welcome to our hearth and bread, 
 A rarer guest this threshold did not tread ; 
 We have a meal, a goblet of pure wine, 
 A Spaniard's heart, a bedstead and a shrine ; 
 Come on, come on, I will myself attend 
 On thee and thine ; be thou my guest and friend." 
 
 Thus arm in arm the Prior and his guest 
 Thro' aisle and courtyard reach the room of rest, 
 A spacious seat with matting on the floor. 
 The pleasant orchard close before the door 
 With herb and blossom, and the grape between 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 41 
 
 The ivy leaves, beneath a vault of green. 
 
 The table spread displays the frugal food, 
 
 The wholesome diet of the brotherhood ; 
 
 Fresh eggs and butter, cream and cheese are there, 
 
 The salads, too, the cloister's gardens bear, 
 
 And from a tankard milk is flowing free, 
 
 A cup of wine revives conviviality. 
 
 Meanwhile to Palos word the Prior sends 
 
 Requesting hither his respectful friends ; 
 
 Then round the Convent with unstudied ease 
 
 The genial host his guest accompanies 
 
 Along the cells, thro' narrow corridors ; 
 
 The hour steals by in social intercourse ; 
 
 For heart to heart, when generous natures meet, 
 
 Responsive throb, and Friendship is complete. 
 
 The shadows lengthen in the Convent's walls, 
 
 The curfew bell in solemn quiet tolls. 
 
 When on their knees, at the declining day, 
 
 The pious monks in deep devotion pray. 
 
 Then host and guest the belfry's height ascend. 
 
 Whence westward they the Ocean's vast command, 
 
 When grave the Prior in a solemn strain. 
 
 As now the sun descends and glows the main. 
 
 His pensive gaze yet brighten'd by the beam, 
 
 As one in thought or speaking in a dream. 
 
 Surveys the vastness of the mystic West, 
 
 While these plain words he utters to his guest 
 
 "And tells thy soul, that far beyond that main, 
 That none did traverse to return again, 
 
42 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 There be a world as lovely as our Spain, 
 
 A race of beings equal to our kind 
 
 Endowed with Reason's faculty of mind ? 
 
 If this be so, and millions for thee wait 
 
 To be redeemed, thy mission, friend, how great! 
 
 Ah, could we like the blessed angels soar 
 
 Above the cloud-swept peaks and thunder's roar 
 
 The setting sun to follow distant-far, 
 
 On seraph's pennons wing from star to star, 
 
 How sweet, good Lord, how blissful, what a glee 
 
 To dart along the starlit cano})y, 
 
 Survey this earth from towers in the skies. 
 
 The nectar drink from springs in Paradise, 
 
 All regions view, redeem the races all. 
 
 Hell-doomed nations thro' man's primal fall! 
 
 But 0! encumber'd with Sin's mortal coil, 
 
 Which life a trial makes of grief and toil, 
 
 Yea, fallen we, beset with foes unseen, 
 
 By Error tempted, galled by the devil's spleen, 
 
 How know, good Lord, when Passion stirs within. 
 
 The holy yearning from enticing Sin ! 
 
 " Twelve hundred years the legend of some lands, 
 A fairy isle Saint Borondon commands 
 Some forty miles beyond the isles of Spain 
 Where seven castles rise oft from the main — 
 The naked eye can see the turrets plain — 
 With roofs of burnish 'd gold, the seamen say. 
 Who, tempest-tossed, attempted there to stay, . 
 Where life enchanted, grisly shapes they saw. 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 43 
 
 Heard hollow yells that froze tlie heart with awe. 
 
 When all is told it is the strangest tale 
 
 Of ghastly spectres, magic groves, a vale 
 
 From Palma seen at noontide with hare eyes, 
 
 As lovely Zion saints tread in the skies. 
 
 The long lost Eden some helieve it is. 
 
 Where with Elijah Enoch shares his bliss, 
 
 It is the devil's island, others think, 
 
 Who, hiring victims, makes it rise and sink, 
 
 Since they who landed on that charmed shore 
 
 Went mad with horror or return'd no more. 
 
 Our monks maintain there stands the devil's throne 
 
 And fear the malice of the evil-one. 
 
 Who shai:)e of angel may or snake assume. 
 
 When bent on goading sinners to their doom. — 
 
 A righteous soul, a generous heart is thine. 
 
 Thy purpose great, ingenious thy design; 
 
 Yet might not Satan, who did Job ensnare, 
 
 Saint Benedict drove of Virtue to despair. 
 
 By impure fire thus enkindle thee 
 
 To gratify some hellish deviltry? 
 
 Protect us. Lord, when Passion stirs within, 
 
 From baneful Error, hell-begotten Sin!" 
 
 The Tuscan sage whose cosmos-piercing eye 
 Unroll'd to earth the secrets of the sky, 
 Who, doing penance AVisdom to disprove, 
 In torment cried: "And yet the earth doth move!" 
 Nor firmer felt nor clearer in his mind 
 The fact he saw, the newest of its kind, 
 
44 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Than did Columbus as the friar spoke, 
 Who did the Lord against the fiend invoke; 
 And, as a child with filial reverence hears 
 A mother's warning, her love-fostered fears, 
 AVith soothing pathos worriment allays. 
 Her scruples conquers, her affection sways 
 By speech refreshing as the mildest breeze, 
 So gently at this hour the Genoese 
 Tradition, Legend, Truth and Fancy weaves, 
 What others thought, what he himself believes; 
 And while eve deepens and the landscape fades. 
 Night's thickening sable earth and sea invades, 
 Until the world seems buried in her shades. 
 He olden memories and lore recalls 
 To win his friend, and thus his answer falls. 
 
 " Thy warning, father, and thy holy fear. 
 Thy doubt not less do I than Faith revere. 
 Not less than love that fears demonian foes, 
 Invisible perils where the dearest goes; 
 Yet thought enlighten'd tells we need not here 
 A darker devil than blind Passion fear; 
 For Vice and Virtue, in our breast akin. 
 Like Truth and Error, spring all from within. — 
 My soul and Reason unabashed maintain. 
 And Science teaches, that beyond the main 
 Our sun irradiates a vast extent 
 Of lands unclaimed, a mighty continent, 
 Belike the empires beneath the sway 
 Of Mangi's Great Khan, Sovereign of Cathay, 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 45 
 
 Enthroned at Quinsai, princedoms at liis feet, 
 That great emporium where all races meet, 
 The gorgeous East her jewel'd surplus sends 
 From Han-Hai's borders to Sahara's sands. 
 He, King of Kings and hoarded wealth untold, 
 AVhose throne of gems stands on a dais of gold 
 With crowds of princes to obey his nod, 
 As monarch dreaded, worship'd as a god. 
 Lives unenlightened, tho' an embassy 
 In bygone ages sought the Holy See 
 To crave Salvation for Great Tartary. — 
 Four thousand islands scatter'd far and wide 
 Each sweet and blooming as a beauteous bride, 
 Xipangu homage undisputed pay, 
 She rich and warlike, eastward of Cathay. 
 Her King and Queen in halls gold-plated dwell, 
 Their dazzling Court the Great Mogul's excel ; 
 Her hoards are guarded by a wondrous host 
 Who, oft invaded, never a battle lost, 
 Invulnerable thro' a magic stone, 
 Which secret treasure jealously they own ; 
 An alkahest of such mysterious charm 
 Which, sewn in limb, in body or in arm. 
 Defies the blade, arrests the rush of gore. 
 Seals up the wound, heals every hurt and sore, 
 
 " In those dominions of the populous East 
 Many a scholar wander'd, many a priest, 
 Full record leaving of the various states, 
 All subject to inferior potentates. 
 
46 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Who bounden rule beneath the highest Court, 
 
 Affairs of State have often to report. — 
 
 But who of them may speak, whom to our strands 
 
 The rolHng surges throw from distant lands, 
 
 Strange-featured beings of such skin and hair 
 
 As to no race we know resemblance bear ? 
 
 And whence those plants no eye had seen before 
 
 They had been drifted to Madeira's shore? 
 
 Wood-carving oddly wrought found on high seas, 
 
 Gigantic weeds, huge trunks of foreign trees 
 
 By eastward currents wafted hitherward 
 
 With olden rumors, recent views accord, — 
 
 That Atalantis swallow'd by the sea 
 
 In that tremendous night-catastrophe, 
 
 When all an empire sunk to rise no more. 
 
 And floods of lava Earth and Ocean tore, 
 
 The chain of hnked hemispheres hath rent, 
 
 Thus severing a peopled continent 
 
 From us by gulfs impassable thought for aye, 
 
 Which view unhesitating I deny. 
 
 " I durst deny it when by royal best 
 Hispania's dignitaries, deem'd her best, 
 At Salamanca gather'd to declare 
 Whether or not they my conviction share, 
 And thought I should their sane conception spare. 
 I durst deny it when, by friends upheld, 
 I faith and thought did interweaving weld ; 
 When, short of reasons Reason to uproot, 
 They saints and Scripture quoted in dispute, 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 47 
 
 As if some allegoric tales of old, 
 
 Proverbial lore by bard or prophet told, 
 
 "Were meant to quench the sj^irit's searching thirst, 
 
 Keep man forever groveling as at first. 
 
 With knowledge growing new ideals grow, 
 
 When thoughtful Reverence claims the place of Awe; 
 
 The priest of Thought on Wisdom's altar kneels 
 
 Whence Truth unrobed he to the world reveals ; 
 
 As from our gaze the hoary mists disperse, 
 
 Forth blaze the wonders of the Universe, 
 
 The soul expands with each progressive age ; 
 
 Than priest and prophet wiser is the sage, 
 
 He thinking, daring, showing more and more 
 
 The All-Wise greater than all gods of yore. 
 
 " Why heed the scoffer, covet worthless praise 
 Of a capricious vulgar populace 
 Who may to-day as idol one extol. 
 To-morrow fix his carcass on a pole. 
 Then gild his name, the martyr's death lament, 
 Then soil his grave, then set a monument? 
 But when I see men earnest, deep, sedate 
 Misquote old sermons in a lay-debate. 
 Meet fact with fiction, argument with sneers, 
 Confute the notion of two hemispheres, 
 Lactantius citing, since nor beast nor plant 
 Could grow head-downward on a continent, 
 Or man walk upward with his head below, 
 Or rain upfall, or waters hanging flow, 
 Meseems a fool could very wisely prove, 
 
48 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 That as we forward stride we backward move. — • 
 
 The daring eagle distances the hen, 
 
 Else bird as he, by spirit, wing, and ken, 
 
 And such the distance separating men. 
 
 One soaring high unlimited in sight, 
 
 The other squinting, like the fowl of night. 
 
 "Ah, let me change the uninspiring theme 
 And with hoar prophets soul-entranced dream ; 
 Ay, dreams, sweet dreams, ye soothers of my heart, 
 When hope was ebbing, visions did not 23art, 
 And with new visions hope revived again, 
 By dreams unliallow'd what is life but pain? 
 When Friendship halted, Promise bore no fruit, 
 Impatience chafing like a raving brute ; 
 When Poverty, gaunt Hunger at her heel. 
 My dearest stung, my soul was dreaming still 
 Of the great mission I must here fulfill. 
 Shall Salem's oracle presage in vain. 
 Who, bursting out in overwhelming strain, 
 Foretells of times when earth from end to end 
 One hymn of praise united shall upsend. 
 His glory singing, who the heavens did span 
 And built this planet for the joy of man. — • 
 I read the chronicles of cycles long. 
 See battling armies crowding throng on throng, 
 The nations rage, the warhorse wade in blood, 
 Downtrodden infants, outraged maidenhood ; 
 In moonlit meadows thick, as leaves, are spread 
 The ghastly forms of unsepulchred dead ; 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 49 
 
 Black Night is hideous with the beastly growl 
 
 Of preying wolves, the fell hyena's howl, 
 
 Their hunger glutting, licking frozen gore 
 
 Of deathful wounds that ope but bleed no more, — . 
 
 That this be past our Saviour suffer'd when 
 
 He died for peace, redemption for all men. 
 
 But vain is hope ! yet should we not despair 
 
 Tho' Love be scarce and Charity be rare. — 
 
 I feel that God, who His Messiah sent 
 
 To do His Will, chose me His instrument; 
 
 And, as a cauldron full of seething oil. 
 
 The heat undamp'd, is sure to overboil ; 
 
 Or, as the sea unsettled by a gale. 
 
 Bounds unappeas'd till softer winds prevail, 
 
 So am I burning, glowing with hot fire. 
 
 That with success will, or with life expire. 
 
 " I had a vision in the dead of night 
 When my first love came as a cherub bright ; 
 Angelic robes of dazzling hues she wore. 
 Two shining wings her lustrous image bore. 
 Her eyes, two lights of mild cerulean gaze. 
 The dim horizon flooded with a blaze. 
 Which in the West a marvel did unfold — 
 A crystal mountain, crest and peaks of gold. 
 'From thence beloved,' she westward waved her hand, 
 'Thou shalt survey thy dreamed-of wonder-land.* 
 And, ere I knew, she nimbly bore me high 
 To that bright summit blazing in the sky; 
 Here, bursting on my sight, in radiance clad, 
 
60 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 A picture weird, my dream's Elysium spread. 
 And I, as one held long in durance drear, 
 Restored to day, the sunbeam cannot bear. 
 As one who lifelong in his fancy soars 
 Around her figure he of all adores, 
 Her meets unlioped in rarest beauty dressed. 
 Her lips confessing what his heart confessed. 
 Felt Hope's swift current striking me amain. 
 Tears freely roll'd, they were no tears of pain. 
 * Unearthly glorious, generous world ! ' I cried, 
 *As for my Felipa for thee I sighed; 
 Ah me, how grand ! but that impassable sea 
 What fearful chasm betwixt thyself and me 1 
 There smiles afar the Eden of my dreams, 
 Unowned regions ; happy life there teems 
 In countless valleys cut by limpid streams ; 
 In meads and praries, forests unexplored, 
 On rushing brooks no human foot did ford ; 
 Perchance yon islands own Xipangu's rule. 
 Yon mountains guard Cambalu's Great Mogul ; 
 But woe is me ! if my endeavors fail 
 What aim is mine, my strife of what avail ! ' 
 
 "As mother soothing a fond hifant's plaint. 
 Serene as Azure, answer made my saint : 
 ' He chosen shepherd, great beyond compeer, 
 God's oracle, did close his earth-career 
 On Pisgah's top, ordain'd by Heaven's decree 
 But from afar the Promised Land to see ; 
 Unutter'd sorrow his, how godlike he ! 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 51 
 
 Unlike Ben Amram thou wilt yet in full, 
 Thy faith unbroken, bud and blossom cull.* 
 As luscious music anger stills and grief 
 But, interrupted, breaks the soul's relief, 
 Emotions, quicken'd by the lull, return. 
 Sensation rises and the passions burn. 
 So dark unease oppressed heart and head, 
 Disquiet seized me as the vision fled ; 
 Awoke, I shudder'd, shivering flesh and bone 
 And, rushing out, amid the stars alone 
 The silent air I drank, the cooling breeze ; 
 The wheeling hosts above, they gave me ease ; 
 There hung the Milky AVay, the sun-cut Bear, 
 A star among the stars, sweet Hope was there. 
 
 " Many a crescent rounding since I saw, 
 Then dwindling pale, then nascent fuller grow, 
 At Cordova, aweary of my days. 
 Still fed on promises, vex'd by delays, 
 When, madly fired by a burning sense 
 Of wrong endured, years wasted in susjjense, 
 The Sovereigns straightway for an answer I ; 
 
 Did urging ask; I craved the last reply. 
 
 " Fernando de Talavera's wisest head 
 The wisest Junta in their Council led. 
 And in his haughty mood gave brief advice: — 
 Impossible it was to realize 
 Such senseless emprise, unattempted since 
 The world was made; my dream did none convince; 
 
62 THE QUEST OF COLUMEUG. 
 
 Chimerical sucli venturesome a thing, 
 At best unworthy of a Queen and King. — 
 The last attempt the Cardinal of Spain 
 Had made for me before tliis new campaign 
 Begun, hath failed ; the King, now full of war, 
 Would hear of naught but of the fallen Moor, 
 
 " Since tender childhood I my burdens bear 
 And often fought the battle of despair 
 Beside Colombo of piratic fame ; 
 My comrades fell, our galley sunk in flame; 
 Thro' heavy billows I, with but an oar 
 To buoy me up, did buifet for the shore. 
 But wrath and grief combined smote my brain 
 "When thus decreed the mightiest of Si:)ain ; 
 I felt -as tho' my better life was slain. 
 ' Not now, hereafter,' the courtly IMonarch said 
 When I at Seville my last homage paid; 
 It was the work of Talavera's guile, 
 Who stung my heart with his inhuman smile, 
 Rejoicing, it appear'd, at my defeat, 
 For my rejection was indeed complete. — 
 I blush, good Prior, weakness to confess, 
 But in that trying liour of my distress. 
 With burning memories within the mind 
 Of wasted manhood, want and woe behind, 
 I, woman-like, did in my chamber weep; 
 Nor was I soothed ere I fell asleej), 
 When undenied, as my poor heart did pray, 
 My gloom was broken by a golden ray. — 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 53 
 
 " It was another vision of a globe 
 Beneath a vault as black as Pluto's robe; 
 Impenetrable regions bleak and dread, 
 Methought I trod the Valley of the Dead, 
 No sound save of my armed stride the dint 
 Was heard, which fell on juts and crags of flint, 
 And woke an echo, as if some warrior rose 
 From his dark tomb my inroad to oppose. 
 In awe, that chill'd the marrow in the bone, 
 And utmost silence I advanced alone 
 By night enclosed, when, groping for a stone 
 Around me I was happy in the dark 
 To light on one wherewith to strike a spark, 
 Long irresolved whether it be right 
 To lift the veil from undefiled Night. 
 But soon my longing grew the realms to see. 
 Soon flint smote flint, the echo ringing free ; 
 From cliff to cliff, methought there was response 
 From spirit lip or sympathetic stones; 
 Each stroke a scintillation skyward sent, 
 A flight of stars to stud the firmament 
 With myriad eyes, live orbs which glowing shone 
 Within the welkin's blue, a burning zone. 
 Then, as by earthquake once in Italy 
 The flood, subsiding, left a yawning sea. 
 Abysmal deeps of sights so dismal fell 
 That eye w^as loath on such dread scenes to dwell. 
 And prayers rose, that soon a swelling tide 
 The bare-laid horrors may forever hide. 
 So, as the desolation I surveyed, 
 
54 TIM': (illMST ()!<' <;()MIMIUfS. 
 
 The (loKjfiil siglils Jiiy IfiglitisiiM s(jul disiiuiyed 
 
 And, iuniiii^ skywnid, 1 lor (liukncss ])riiyed. 
 
 For if ill paroxysm licr li(|iiid woinl), 
 
 Thill breaks thro' (M'aiurs to juakc lilu a loiul), 
 
 In torn^nis i(^d, I'^ai-ili, sj)()utiii}jj u})ward, liurl'd 
 
 A lav;i--d(^lii[;(! surjj;iii<j; round tlic, woi'ld, 
 
 And Dcalli of iiJl would l)u(, on(; huiiig spare, 
 
 A lonely licrniil. niouruiiig in despair, 
 
 Thai l)('in<; p{;radv(!niuro sliarod my mood 
 
 In thai ill-f'rauglit, a[)[)aning sohtudu. 
 
 "Near ))y a hill I cdaniher'd to its licight 
 To \\c\v the landsca,j)C! now unvcil'd (o sigliL; 
 Black woodland slrcitclicd I'ar athwart a heath; 
 Undowing sti'(!anis and lakes devoid of breath, 
 And iiiouiit;iins Mack a,ll i'a|>t in silent awe, 
 And soundless glens and desolali! rocks I saw; 
 And life (^xtinet lay tliiek in lu^aps of hones, 
 Hugo limbs t»r hrutes, prodigious skeletons. 
 Then murniiired I : ' How liorrihle. Good Lord! 
 OiK^o Ix^anty all hy Tliine creative word, 
 Who caiisl, 1 do helieve, dead things resl(jre, 
 And make them !iv(^ and llourish as before' 
 And: 'As l)er(»re!' re|»lie(l a myriad voice; 
 Tluni movetl a, hrealh that made a rustling noise, 
 Tlui prophet's miracle enhanced occurr'd, 
 All turned fresh and green, the dead liones stirr'd; 
 In loss a space tJian lakes to give the tale, 
 Life sang and laugh 'd in forest, mount and vale; 
 Zephyr was skimming. Spring's (Udightful king, 
 
AT THE CONVENT, 65 
 
 Along tlie mead, sweet odors on liis wing, 
 
 And, playing gently, glorious made the scene, 
 
 A blaze of colors in a»sea of green. 
 
 Strange men, wild-visaged, statures full of lust 
 
 Uprose in iliroiigs, as if just sprung from dust. 
 
 Like those whom Jove for 7I^]acus made when left 
 
 Unkinged by Juno, of his men bereft; 
 
 And, as in May's sweet morrow earth looks ])lest, 
 
 The region look'd a seat of peaceful rest, 
 
 And ere I woke, methouglit a voice did call: 
 
 'Thy faith, Columljus, Faitli hatli done it all.' 
 
 "Are visions fumes of overheated brain, 
 Void exhalations of the void Inane, 
 Or signs i)r('sageful of events unborn, 
 Which good forcbody or of ill foi'cwarn ? 
 With breath of fire, speech of living flame 
 The wizard prophet, in Jehovah's Name, 
 Links earth to heaven with a golden chain, 
 And who dares say, that lie foretold in vain? 
 Since ho, who i)reaching wandei'M forth from Ur, 
 He foremost leading, God's lirst warrior, 
 To him who, bleeding, wore the thorny crown 
 And died forgiving, while the skies did frown, 
 Great seers rose to make man onward march, 
 Of mystic visions l)uil(liiig arcli on arch, 
 Till, like the bow, that mirroi-s forth the sun. 
 The sky-reared pyramid they stand upon. 
 While at its base unthinking mortals plod, 
 Upleads the thoughtful to the feet of God. 
 
56 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Wipe from the chronicles all Delphian lies, 
 
 Dodona's wiles, Eleusis' mysteries ; 
 
 Forever silence Heliconian glee. 
 
 The Muse be mute, dull be Philosophy, 
 
 The world will move, the prophets being there, 
 
 AVho, Atlas-like, from earth the heavens bear, 
 
 See God in man, all men in God declare; 
 
 In mystic visions, speech of molten gold 
 
 The heavenly Kingdom, peace below foretold. 
 
 " Must not, ere this the angel's trumpet sounds, 
 This orb be travers'd to its utmost bounds? 
 Ere faithless tribe faith in our Saviour own, 
 Must they not know him? they not to us be known? 
 And, glorious thought! to bend the Orient's lords 
 With dashing armies, inexhaustible hoards 
 To one high purpose — seal the Caliph's doom. 
 Who plagues the pilgrim, holds the sacred tomb. 
 Manures his deserts with good Christian blood. 
 In Christian houses fosters Widowhood. 
 
 " If I succeed, I shall have lived for aught, 
 And should I fail, then for the Lord I fought; 
 But in that Vast of Mystery which bears 
 The seed and fruitage of the Universe, 
 Methought I heard, responsive to a sigh, 
 A whisper come, as from a sphere on high. 
 With comfort laden, a response so clear 
 That from the eye it drew the joyful tear; 
 And as at midnight philomela's tunes 
 
AT THE CONVEXT. 57 
 
 The wooer soften, who with Love coniiiiunes, 
 With her he courts and hears the blissful ' Aye,' 
 So, courting Heaven's Grace I nightly pray 
 To help me onward on my thwarted w^ay. 
 When spirits answer from the starry dome: 
 'Thy day, Columbus, wait, thy day will come.'" 
 
 Now had the sun, ere half this tale was told, 
 His glories canceled of suffused gold, 
 While fully rounded with ascending might 
 A rising moon of color'd silver-white 
 Sent forth her beam half-broken by a haze, 
 As a cathedral window when ablaze 
 With mingled glare of multicolor light 
 The eye attracts amid the shades of night. 
 Within the Convent every hum did cease, 
 The air was dim, there moved a gentle breeze. 
 And they who stood upon the belfry's tower 
 The spiritual spell felt of the hour, 
 And thought they heard the last expiring sound 
 Re-echo hollow underneatli the ground, 
 As if the dead monks in their breathless home, 
 Each other mocking, jeered: "Thy day will come." 
 A moment, conquer'd by that mystic law 
 Of life and death, they stood in silent awe, 
 Rapt in those dreams forever undefined, 
 Except by symbols mind im]3arts to mind; 
 And, ere a sound did break the gliostly spell, 
 All on a sudden jarring rung the bell, 
 A heavy weight against the Prior fell, 
 
58 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 AVho, frigliten'd, cross'd himself and leaped aside 
 
 And : " Christ's blest Mother, plead for us ! " he cried. 
 
 " It is my son," half-laughing said the guest, 
 
 " My sleepy Diego," laughter told the rest. 
 
 The child unheeded dozed against the wall 
 
 And, tumbling, seized the rope to break his fall. 
 
 Below the monks alarmed left their cells. 
 
 Each other asking: "Who did ring the bells?" 
 
 "Ah, there the devil or the Moor they fear, 
 
 Or else suspect unholy doings here," 
 
 The Prior said, and, turning where he stood. 
 
 Sent down his voice to calm the brotherhood. 
 
 " Let us descend," he spoke now to his guest, 
 " Thyself and child 'tis time ye go to rest. 
 Insatiate I, too fond of treat so rare. 
 Could give my sleep thy company to share. 
 But hence thou shalt not go, the Lord forefend, 
 Before our Queen a line reads of my hand ; 
 Blest Mary had scarce purer soul than she 
 Wlio for long years confess'd her sins to me, 
 And, tho' nor Cardinal nor statesman I, 
 My plea will bring a royal, frank reply. 
 To-morrow, then, with friends to counsel us 
 We shall in concert things and means discuss, 
 Leaving to Him, who guides our will and soul. 
 To guide us safely toward the destined goal." 
 
BOOK IIL 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 The Prior's friends meet Columbus. Who they are. A meal 
 is served and the consultation follows. The host states the ob- 
 ject of the meeting. The proposed Quest to be considered. The 
 emprise is favored by Garcia, who points to the successes of Por- 
 tugal in the field of discovery. His question put to Columbus 
 whether he had asked King John to furnish him with an ar- 
 mada, draws forth a scathing arraignment of that King's per- 
 fidy, and the circumstances are given. Rodriguez tells of an 
 adventure confirming the idea of Columbus. The dangers de- 
 picted alarm Diego, who is appeased by his father. Alonzo Mar- 
 tin Pinzon is certain that there is land in the West, and offers 
 material and personal assistance. Juan Perez, the Prior, con- 
 cludes to send a messenger to the Queen now encamped before 
 Granada, Columbus being detained to await the reply. 
 
 Thy multitudinous billows darting far, 
 Ethereal spaces kindling, flaming star, 
 Thou dost those sacred fire-oceans heave 
 That since creation thy effulgence weave ; 
 Whence wheeling thus, life-giving, welcome sphere, 
 With none to lead thee save that Charioteer, 
 Whom hosts above adore, and spirits here ? 
 Thy coming and thy going blest are they, 
 Tho' most beloved to me thy early ray. 
 Thy crimson'd plume, the blush of dewy morn, 
 To patients grateful, fever'd and pain-worn. 
 By spectres haunted, nightmares chaos-born. 
 Yet Night love-courted, star-eyed peace in store, 
 Soft-bosomed Slumber healing many a sore, 
 
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60 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And Thought sky-soaring dawning on the mind, 
 
 Mysterious visions, feelings undefined, 
 
 Are thine, dim goddess, thine are Rest and Dream, 
 
 Thine sacred Silence, thine that silver beam 
 
 Of magic splendor cast on land and sea. 
 
 Thine all the awe of ghostly Mystery. — 
 
 When soul and eye, in Empyrean lost, 
 
 The constellations number, host on host. 
 
 While, like a bomb, in her stupendous race, 
 
 Earth spins her orbit over gulfs of space, 
 
 Her children dreaming, as in mother's arm 
 
 The babe love-cradled, shielded from all harm. 
 
 Who hears the rustle not of spirit-wings. 
 
 Hears not the footfall of the King of kings? 
 
 Whose bosom heaves not with a yearning sigh ? 
 
 Who asks not : Why this All, and wherefore I ? 
 
 Why longs my soul to fly to yonder spheres ? 
 
 Why struggles man, why sorrow here, why tears ? 
 
 Then, shadows dear, time-wither'd figures gone 
 
 Once more ye rise when I, with Night alone, 
 
 Old scenes revisit, faded long ago, 
 
 With forms endeared, now phantoms, O, my woe ! 
 
 Go, sweet illusion, unspeaking shades, away 1 
 
 I love the nightingale, fear not the fay. 
 
 Nor do Hecate's ministers I dread. 
 
 Who fright the living, dance amid the dead ; 
 
 But when, undreaming in thy sabled peace. 
 
 The restless mind recalls old memories, 
 
 Ah, me ! of all that was or sad or gay, 
 
 Hope looks for comfort to the rising day. 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 61 
 
 A sun as radiant from a dome a?s blue 
 As when his beam first fell on Eden's dew, 
 Such light as falls upon the groves that bloom 
 With orange blossom rare in Northern gloom, 
 High-priestly robed, from Orient issued forth, 
 The West enlightening, cheering South and North ; 
 And, as he rose and made the welkin clear, 
 A myriad-concert burst upon the ear 
 From hill and valley, meadow, thicket, wood 
 Of air musicians in delightful mood. 
 The golden flood gilds La Rab Ida's tower, 
 The matin bell tolls the canonic hour, 
 Which, after vigils, consecrates the day. 
 When from his cell the monk comes forth to pray, 
 And, having prayed, works, till of duty free, 
 He seeks his food in the refectory. 
 The Prior's servitors obey his hest 
 And spread a table for himself and guest, 
 And many more of Palos, worldly wise. 
 Of name and weight, entitled to advise 
 In things where Science and Experience rise 
 To give incentive to great enterprise. 
 
 s 
 
 Three manly figures — let them here be named 
 And live in song forever manly famed — ■ 
 Confront Columbus and, surprised all three, 
 The stranger treat with reverend courtesy. 
 First Garcia Fernandez, deep in lore. 
 Who to her height the healing science bore, 
 An unappeased mind, fond of the sea, 
 
62 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Given, besides, to new astronomy, 
 
 With genial friendliness, inclined to please, 
 
 A hearty hand extends the Genoese : 
 
 "This hand, sefior, conveys a heart's concern 
 
 To gain a friend, a friend give in return 
 
 To one of whom the world doth speak and read, 
 
 As bold in temper as resolved in deed, 
 
 Unparallel'd in venturesome design, 
 
 A man of spirit and of ends divine," 
 
 The wise physician said, and left his friend, 
 
 Alonzo Pinzon, shake the stranger's hand. 
 
 Adventurous, among the boldest he 
 
 In Palos stood, a seaman strong and free. 
 
 Who knew the brim of Heaven's canopy 
 
 Did not the world confine, as others thought ; 
 
 He with old Ocean many a battle fought, 
 
 Spain's islands knew, was far beyond tliem known, 
 
 Besides, reputed wealthy in his town. 
 
 His words were few, unfitted for debate. 
 
 But none of Palos spoke with greater w^cight. — 
 
 Next him Rodriguez, a tawny countenance his, 
 
 With years behind him spent on stormy seas. 
 
 His pilot grasp the stranger's hand made feel. 
 
 Who dream'd not then, how once that grip of steel 
 
 Mid foul revolt, defiant on the wave, 
 
 Undaunted will his Chief's inferiors brave. 
 
 Then others came, who shook the stranger's hand ; 
 
 Then came the monks, who at the meals attend. 
 
 Then died all converse, earnest mark'd each face 
 
 While on his knee the Prior offered grace. 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 63 
 
 " Power Supreme from whom life's blessings come, 
 Who made this earth and built the lucent Dome, 
 In sunshine gracious, gracious in the storm, 
 Man's Father Thou, Sustainer of the worm, 
 Unfathomed Grace, unbounded Goodness Thine 
 Who dost in Love the mortal race enshrine, 
 Our daily wants with plenteous hand supply. 
 Our heart with hope, great Lord, we know not, why. 
 Accept this prayer wafted to the skies 
 As once Thou didst the High-Priest's sacrifice; 
 Thy Peace unite what Hatred does divide. 
 Control our wishes. Father, be our Guide!" 
 And "Amen," echoes, as the prayer ends; 
 Around the board, as old convivial friends. 
 They eat and jest, and then an hour devote 
 To spicy stories, mirthful anecdote. 
 As Childhood fond of strange adventurous tales 
 A hero's presence with glad wonder hails. 
 Him questions frequent, anxious to be thrillM, 
 For marvels thirsting till the thirst is still'd, — 
 An ear for him the Spaniards ready had, 
 Whose name their fancy with vague rumors fed ;'' 
 And when from table risen, leading slow, 
 The host his guests an airy s})ace did show, 
 Therein each one an easy seat assigned. 
 As if to tell the promptings of his mind. 
 Grave Silence ruled, until his soul the host 
 Felt moved — he thought so — by the Holy Ghost 
 To learn the counsel of the worldly man. 
 When thus deliberate the good priest began. 
 
64 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 " This meeting here convened on my accord, 
 Call not presumption, friends; it is the Lord 
 Who in His Wisdom reaches higher ends 
 Thro' lowly messengers He ofttime sends 
 To prove the atom and the momitain His; 
 I prayed for Guidance and He taught me this. — 
 A hardy fighter who can strike a blow, 
 Surprise a city or unhorse a foe, 
 Will soon respect command, attention draw; 
 Yet they who made our tedious annals grand 
 Did neither armies conquer nor command 
 But from the humblest houses sprung, and rose 
 On all a world their blessings to impose. 
 A shepherd poor did light from Heaven bring, 
 A shepherd was Judea's bard and king, 
 That king whose lineage we to Joseph trace, 
 AVhose humblest born rules King of Love and Grace, 
 The world's crown'd Master, Saviour of the race. 
 How else, distrustful of inspired thought, 
 In our frail state, could we accomplish aught 
 If, disobeying tokens from On High, 
 We ever wavered, unprepared to try, 
 And such as dare we would our help deny? 
 No credit mine for deeds uncommon bold, 
 I was a monk, as Prior I am old ; 
 Nor, like some primate, during this crusade 
 In lieu of crosier, seizing lance or blade, 
 Or foes to combat or their nests invade, 
 Inflamed with valor unresisting strong, 
 Did I ambitious for distinction long; 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 65 
 
 Ambition bides not where the hermits dwell, 
 Unworldly dreams the cloister haunt and cell, 
 Where souls devout ruled by superior sway. 
 The saints obeying, God's behest obey. 
 
 "Yet hermits lived of uneclipsed fame, 
 Like him who, barefoot, Europe set on flame, 
 When mighty kingdoms quicken'd to his will. 
 Whose thrilling cry did Pope and sovereign thrill, 
 Mohammed's cohorts worsted in the fight, 
 Who heard not of the deathless anchorite? 
 I tliiidc the times, until our war beo;an, 
 Since tliose crusades produced no famous man. 
 Unlike the brute, by instinct unconfined, 
 The wonder's wonder is the human mind, 
 Which fathoms Nature to her secret core 
 Her curtain draws her inside to explore. 
 Or joins the links of life's unbroken chain, 
 Or things, once lost, to Knowledge gives again; 
 And since, undower'd witli the eye that sees 
 Thro' dark and distance sphynxdike mysteries, 
 The most of us do unenlighten'd live, 
 Why not our blessing, not assistance give 
 To such as feel a mission in the soul. 
 Who strive great things to conquer or control? 
 
 '' Struck by this thought I here detain'd our guest 
 Who in his mind a world sees in the West, 
 But unassisted camiot make tlie Quest; 
 And, having found Hope's eclio dumb witli us, 
 
66 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Bewailing years he in suspense did pass, 
 
 And told to wait until Granada fall, 
 
 Ye see Columbus on his way to Gaul. — 
 
 Ye know how few who wear the friar's robe 
 
 Had chance to nurse the science of this globe; 
 
 But seamen, ye, who ride the billow's crest, 
 
 Which heaves your vessels bearing toward the West^ 
 
 And learned friends, whose mental range extends 
 
 Beyond the waters travers'd by these friends, 
 
 What, having power and a judgment free 
 
 The Quest to venture, were your last decree ? " 
 
 The self-made judges silent sate a while. 
 In Garcia's eye there played a kindly smile, 
 And, as a master who with knowing ease 
 A studious pupil ready stands to. please, 
 With pleasure answers questions wisely put 
 Strewing the seed, uncertain of the fruit 
 To spring therefrom in ages yet to come, 
 The wise physician, feeling well at home 
 Near one revered that honor 'd him so high, 
 Had this to say his friend to satisfy. 
 
 " Great problem this for some one great to solve, 
 It more than thought does hardihood involve 
 To reach bare fact, instead of effort spent 
 In subtle speech or cunning argument, 
 Which neither him convince who cannot see, 
 Nor him in want of faith and sympathy. 
 With morbid patients mine is oft the task 
 
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 To answer queries they would urging ask 
 About hereafter : whether I was sure, 
 That souls departed somewhere else endure 
 Eternal torments in a dreadful hell 
 Or, being righteous, in Walhalla dwell; 
 Or, whether Faith deceived us, after all 
 And life is ended with the hearse and pall? 
 Say wdiat you choose, the doubter will distrust 
 And die a doubter, doubting to the last. 
 To one who press'd me with tenacious doubt 
 I answered: 'Friend, when dead we find it out.' 
 So here as elsewhere, this be my reply : 
 If things be doubtful, end not with tlie : Why ? 
 Proceed like Science in her searching greed. 
 Look into matters, test them by the deed. 
 The fact alone with doubt hath potent sway. 
 The. fact, the fact against all doubt array.— 
 Were I a king my fleet would search the sea 
 If not for kingdoms, then for Certainty, 
 The Quest were his who Glory loves and Truth, 
 And in ripe age the fire feels of youth ; 
 Would ask nor fool nor sage for ' No ' or ' Ay,' 
 But gave him aid, who great things dares to try. 
 
 " See Portugal, unlucky in the field 
 When warlike Spain she bearded shield to shield, 
 On Afric's coast her peaceful flag unfold, 
 Her coffers fill with ivory and gold. 
 She earning glory on the distant seas 
 . Despite of omens, evil prophecies. 
 
68 THE QUEST OF COLUMRUS. 
 
 The astrolabe, a triumph of her wise, 
 
 Her seamen tempts beyond her native skies, 
 
 For, independent hence of coast and star, 
 
 He dares adventure into waters far ; 
 
 Ilis King's higli spirit serves liim as a guide ; 
 
 To find new regions is that Monarch's pride. — 
 
 Did you, seilor, ere setting face toward Gaul, 
 
 Your })lan divulge to John of Portugal? 
 
 Of all the princes none will readier be 
 
 To send you honor-crown'd across the sea 
 
 Than such a ruler, such a man as he." 
 
 " Behold me here," the Genoese did rise, 
 Indignant ardor flaming from his eyes, 
 " Behold me here, seiiores, a pilgrim poor. 
 With much endured, with more yet to endure, 
 With youth behind unprofitably gone. 
 With hopes unrealized, a prize unwon. 
 Yet should for naught King John hath might to do 
 Transaction I with his false Court renew. 
 Wrath of my soul, that seething overboils 
 When baneful Vice unwary Virtue foils. 
 Shall base-born (Juilt the rigors bear of J^aw 
 And royal Treason Ije condoned with awe ? 
 Judge unimpassioned, Spaniards, I beseech, 
 If Honor should a lesson Falsehood teach, 
 Tho' it be sceptred, tho' a nation's knee 
 Low-l)end before perfidious Majesty. — 
 It was in Manhood's i)rime when I to roam 
 Throughout the world have left my sunny home ; 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 69 
 
 A sunnier spot, tlio' Andalusia be 
 
 Tlie balmiest clime this side of Italy, 
 
 I never saw, will never see again, 
 
 Than that I grew on and forsook with pain. 
 
 Ill-fated Genoa, my native land, 
 
 Built on Liguria's range superbly grand. 
 
 Noble in peace, invincible in war, 
 
 The fleets of nations anchor'd at her shore, 
 
 Her banners flying in the rich Levant, 
 
 She, ununited, would my suit not grant 
 
 When, full of vigor, I besought she may 
 
 Extend her rule to Mangi or Cathay ; 
 
 For spirit-broken, she her sons of ease 
 
 And those of labor, who her wealth increase. 
 
 Still sees engaged in self debasing self, 
 
 Tho' dead the strife of Ghibellinc and Gueljdi. — 
 
 As when a mother whom her scion l)rings 
 
 A })recious pearl she sorrow-stricken flings 
 
 Away unvalued, he with sense of loss 
 
 And wounded love distracted elsewliere goes. 
 
 So I, unwelcomed, fled my mother's li earth. 
 
 Henceforth a pilgrim roving on this earth. 
 
 Till, like those powers which the magnet rule, 
 
 Direction giving to the senseless hull, 
 
 I, overpowered, homaged her control. 
 
 Whom worshipful I loved in Portugal ; 
 
 A seaman's daughter, orphan 'd long before 
 
 I met and loved her, dear forevermore. 
 
 Love-ballow'd days were they, but O, the grief 1 
 
 No ease for her, for parents no relief ! 
 
70 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 " Long moons at Court my scliejne unheeded lay, 
 For kings are slow and courtiers like delay, 
 But tho' like snail in zig-zag line they drudge, 
 Slow-speeding Time the slowest spurns to budge. 
 * What think our wise ? ' his Royal Grace exclaims, 
 And in an oi'der priest and layman names ; 
 Deep-studied men, physicians two of them, 
 Koderigo, Joseph, and the famous Behm, 
 And other figures, ranking high in State, 
 Priest Cazadilla, fluent in debate. 
 Count Pedro de Meneses, glib of tongue, 
 And last myself, admitted thereamong. — 
 Six days we met, with doubt and fear I strove, 
 With fact and thought I Scripture interwove 
 To brace my cause, until I made it clear, 
 That if this planet be at all a spliere, 
 A. man who westward steers must needs return 
 From Eastern regions and some wonders learn. 
 Vain effort mine to cure the color-blind ; 
 Near-sighted the}^, who see not with the mind. 
 Tell him of God who reads not in the skies 
 His fire-symbols, blank to thoughtless eyes. — 
 As men mature dismiss the prattling child. 
 The sages listen'd, nodded wise and smil'd ; 
 The priest, with faith as his impregnable fort, 
 A sermon thunder'd 'gainst the King and Court, 
 Who had no right, he said, and were to blame 
 Tor ventures fanciful wild schemes to frame. 
 While poor the land, unsafe the conquests made, 
 Which proud Iberia might one day invade. 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 71 
 
 " The Bishop's censure stung Don Pedro's pride, 
 Wiio would witli none his country's fame divide, 
 Her triumphs won on undisputed seas, 
 Her treasures flowing from discoveries; 
 And as great Caesar, smitten dead, did feel 
 No stab hurt more than his friend's murderous steel, 
 Tlie Count unartful but with pathos grave 
 The ruling Bishop this plain answer gave. 
 * What picture this, thus darkly drawn by whom? 
 What cloud portentous shadow casts or gloom 
 Upon this land thro' peaceful conquest grown. 
 The wand in hand, why our success disown? 
 Than war-fame nobler are the works of peace, 
 Our Golden Coast is more than Golden Fleece, 
 And Europe's homage paid us on all shores 
 For wealth and knowledge, coupled with rich stores 
 Of costly product, adding to our ease 
 And sense of pride, untasted luxuries. 
 Who of the nations would of these not boast, 
 Of bloodless triumphs and a Golden Coast? 
 Of argonauts who from the leaping surge. 
 As mermen sea-enchanted, oft emerge; 
 Of busy marts, which more than iron wall 
 From base Dishonor save dear Portugal? 
 Mature in age with men and means to rise, 
 A Prince who glories in bold enterprise, 
 A hardy race inspired by Success, 
 To riist inactive, crawl in idleness, 
 When chances tempt one for a prize to race, 
 Say, where, in fame, is such a people's place? 
 
72 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Ill-fate betide me if I know a sjDur 
 
 That makes me hotter than the tide of AVar, 
 
 The shock of battle and the sight of gore; 
 
 If ugly scars, that warrior's skin adorn, 
 
 I rate not more than dastards noble-born 
 
 Of sleek appearance by no hardship worn; 
 
 Yet cheerless fire his of hellish glow 
 
 That reddest glows while human blood doth flow, 
 
 While widows mourn and orphans weep and sigh. 
 
 And smoke and sorrow cloud a sombre sky ; 
 
 Of him at best kind aftertimes will say: 
 
 Of all the slayers he the most did slay; 
 
 For if, imbruted now, man ever find 
 
 The saner balance of his godlike mind. 
 
 Of God's dear blessings choicest will be peace 
 
 Within, without, and Murder's lust will cease. 
 
 " ' But laurel, flower and wreath and song will grace 
 Tlieir names for aye who, self-forgetful, face 
 The unattempted hazard light to spread 
 And to God's Kingdom new dominion add. 
 
 " ' The Church, your Eminence, I pardon crave, 
 With mandate here the fallen race to save, 
 Speaks not thro' you, whose work is to redeem 
 The blind from Error in lier cause supreme; 
 For well you know, the Catholic builds no home 
 Without the might and influence of Rome; 
 Since where our caravel her anchor throws 
 There lands the priest to stay, and there he grows. 
 
AT THE COXVEXT. 73 
 
 " ' Is Portugal too poor, too small to rise, 
 Too weak to race for an imperial prize? 
 The rule of Reason who will not avow? 
 The world a crown sets gladly on his brow 
 Who slays the monsters of her foggy brain 
 In haunted woods or on the mystic main; 
 And whomsoever, be he prince or king, 
 This mariner shall to Decision bring, 
 Oblivion shall reserve his name for praise 
 For everlasting service done the race, 
 And Portugal wlio wavers, lamed by Fear, 
 To sail on queenly in her fame-career, 
 She, hale and flourishing, will live to see 
 The near fulfillment of this prophecy.' 
 
 " Displeased the Bishop, pleased the laymen seemed. 
 In eyes enkindled manly fervor gleamed; 
 The Count's remonstrance conjured up a split, 
 A rush of temper and a tilt of wit; 
 Too long a tale that sapience to rehearse 
 That from its rat-hole sweeps the Universe. 
 There was no way; a folly was the Quest 
 Of rumor'd realms impossible in the West, 
 The King's cosmographers did coolly state. 
 And thus unhopeful ended this debate. 
 
 " As youth unharnessed, golden dreams in head 
 Of rank and office, and the sylph to wed. 
 First unresigned new discomfiture bears 
 Till, tried by trials, braced by trying years, 
 
74 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 He swims ungrumbling on life's gliding stream, 
 
 So I ungracious saw my firstling dream 
 
 Ungently handled, and I felt as one 
 
 Who had a sapphire and hath lost the stone. — 
 
 Enlivening Hope! Sweet music was the call 
 
 To meet the Monarch at his audience hall; 
 
 And when King John his pleasure tersely told, 
 
 To have my charts before his eyes unroll'd, 
 
 Then to my claim, to have the sole command 
 
 And partial profit of discover'd land 
 
 Attention giving, graciously referred. 
 
 My heart dilated and my soul was stirred. 
 
 Never before and never afterward 
 
 Felt I the might, the spirit of the Lord 
 
 As at that hour; I glowed and only know 
 
 That with my joy my speech did overflow. 
 
 " Dismissed consoled, I counted day by day 
 Full twenty days; the King had naught to say; 
 Another week's impatience well I bore 
 When Chance at sunset led me to the shore 
 Where freighted vessels or arrive or go. 
 While they unloading bustle to and fro. 
 Observing unobserved, I walk'd the strand, 
 AVliere men-of-war and royal caravels land, 
 And overheard two mariners I knew. 
 The one a pilot, the other of the crew. 
 Berate the King and Court with coarse disdain. 
 Who with my charts had sent them on the main. 
 No more I heard. Suspicion traced the rest ; 
 
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 My maps aboard, a vessel toward the West 
 In search of land sail'd by King John's behest, 
 And Bishop Cazadilla fathered all 
 This base deceit to serve his Portugal. 
 
 " Degenerate age that beggar-tricks reviles 
 And on Grand- Villainy disportful smiles ! 
 O, for a scorpion whip to punish Lie, 
 A hideous brand for titled Infamy ! 
 God purge this globe of Sin and Vice in vogue, 
 A priest a liar and a king a rogue ! 
 Sweet Grace enthroned on high gave us the choice 
 Betwixt the good and evil, and that voice 
 Embedded in our being's holiest part, • 
 The gift of Conscience and the might of heart ; 
 For Beauty love, for Grandeur throb and thrill, 
 Immortal dreams, the majesty of will. 
 Which, as the Calmuck, rating tinsel more 
 Than sterling jewels, mines of precious ore ; 
 Or, like the Edomite who birthright sold. 
 We often sacrifice to lust of gold ! 
 
 " I swore — and since Temptation I withstood — 
 I swore to shun that Court and neighborhood ; 
 I swore unvengeful, swore to sever straight 
 Myself from that dishonor'd Potentate ; 
 And, come what may, Dishonor, I declare, 
 Shall not with Honor fame and profit share. 
 A royal villain is a thing as mean 
 As Villainy in lazar's gabardine." 
 
76 THE QUEST OP COLUMBUS. 
 
 With clenched fists lie spake in closing this 
 Unpleasant story, anxious to dismiss 
 Remembrances which made his temper sore, 
 His generous nature stirring to its core ; 
 He spake like him whom Treason sends adrift, 
 Who, trusting Friendship, loses friend and gift. 
 They in his hearing deeply rued his wrong. 
 And their displeasure found in one a tongue. 
 Rodriguez rose unable to control 
 A feeling heart which, as the Ocean's roll. 
 Once moved by tempest, 'gainst all hindrance leaps, 
 With scorn armadas from his bosom sweejos. 
 Rodriguez knew his rudder-wielding hand. 
 That ship and seamen moved at his command. 
 And Lope boasted of no second one 
 To match the nerve of this her giant son ; 
 Of palms as horny as untanned hide, 
 Less firm on shore tlian on the heaving tide. 
 But frank as infant, guileless as a dove, 
 
 With thirst for Honor and a heart for Love, 
 
 « 
 
 He was admired much and sought as friend, 
 Who ever would the weak assistance lend. 
 
 " I shall the bounds not of my freedom pass," 
 Rodriguez stammeringly opened thus, 
 " Who am no scholar, yet no thing of glass, 
 Eschewing contact with an iron pot ; 
 To right a wrong I, too, my battle fought, 
 Have weathered many times an angry sea, 
 Have choked villains, smitten Villainy 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 77 
 
 Wherever Circumstance bade Manhood rise 
 
 To prove the virtue of Self-sacrifice. 
 
 I know not much, but have enough of brain 
 
 To read and speh, and write, and cipher plain, 
 
 And, while a boy as yet in Lope's school, 
 
 The teacher said : ' Sebastian is no fool, 
 
 And if he work, as all great Spaniards did. 
 
 He might one day he famous as the Cid.' 
 
 But be it so, or be it as it be, 
 
 As hell I hate the sight of Infamy, 
 
 And hold a villain prince is worser than 
 
 A lying dunce, who is no titled man ; 
 
 And could I help, that Bishop would sustain 
 
 The soundest whipping as a thief profane. 
 
 " About the Quest and what there be to find, 
 It brings an awful story to my mind 
 The victim told me, Avhom in saddest plight 
 I succor brought, restoring him to light. — 
 In early years a sclioolmate robb'd at sea 
 Invoked revenge on that red savagery. 
 Which coast and ocean kept in terror then, 
 When either Corsair, Moor, or Saracen 
 Inhuman revel held on shore and wave 
 And few had heart those bestial crews to brave. 
 Bold striplings fond of venture as of sport. 
 Three score of us equipped in our port 
 A ship wdth armor fatal work to do 
 On any pirate galley, any crew, 
 And, having prayed, we southward took the main, 
 
78 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Then turned sharp to the South-West of Spain, 
 
 With purpose fix'd to strike the first we see 
 
 Of nest or keel controll'd by Piracy. 
 
 We left with daybreak, nightfall came and night 
 
 We onward glided with no ship in sight ; 
 
 Not unaware of danger eye and- ear 
 
 Our watchmen strained, but nowhere far or near 
 
 Was indication of a wily foe, 
 
 Yet ere we knew it we received the blow 
 
 Which made our vessel, like a nutshell reel, 
 
 And, answer making, we fell keel on keel. 
 
 As oftentimes the fowl, whom out of sight 
 
 The eagle watches ere he strikes in flight. 
 
 She, unresisting, unprepared to strive 
 
 To save her brood and save herself alive. 
 
 So we, astounded, first gave hasty way. 
 
 But soon a shout sent sixty to the fray. 
 
 We struck unmerciful, we knew not whom 
 
 We grappled with in the unbroken gloom. 
 
 ' Make light ! ' I cried, and fifteen torches burned 
 
 Then in the glare we ship and men discerned ; 
 
 Infernal shapes of bloody aspect they, 
 
 Algeria's scum, mad wolves in the affray. 
 
 " By hook and chain we caught their galley's hold, 
 Like frighten'd brutes our shivering vessels roll'd ; 
 The decks resounded with the clash of steel. 
 Some wounded fell, some stagger'd to the keel ; 
 The clamor grew, wild curses shook the air, 
 The pirates fought, like demons in despair. 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 79 
 
 For him I loved I sent a searching eye, 
 
 I saw him stabbed sink, I saw him die ; 
 
 Transpierced he smik, and yet he said ' Good by.' 
 
 No more he spake, turning his glazen eyes 
 
 .And ghastly face to unresponsive skies ; 
 
 I ever see him as he falls and dies. 
 
 My vengeance burn'd, the sword I found too light 
 
 For such a friend with such a foe to fight ; 
 
 An iron bar— I had it somewhere stand — 
 
 I plied instead of my impotent brand, 
 
 I did it hotly to avenge my friend ; 
 
 I struck, nine pirates overboard I sent, 
 
 They crushed and mangled by mine instrument ; 
 
 I struck relentless till the task was done. 
 
 No pardon granting, no I spared not one; 
 
 I hated life, my truest friend was gone. — 
 
 Our dead we counted ; seven pale and cold 
 
 And thirteen bleeding our deep sorrow told ; 
 
 I seldom weep, but on that night I shed 
 
 Hot-flowing tears ; the sea received our dead. 
 
 Late rose the moon, the wounded claimed our care ; 
 
 We homeward sped, no time to waste was there. — 
 
 Within their ship we naught of value found 
 
 Save underneath a frightful creature bound, 
 
 A man in figure, shaggy as a beast 
 
 We took aboard and hurried, ere the East 
 
 Her gateway open'd to send forth the day ; 
 
 With kindly breezes we pursued our way. 
 
 Having unhooked first the pirates' boat, 
 
 A graveless graveyard, left at large afloat. 
 
80 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 " And who that creature, who by gesture spoke ? 
 Kind treatment at my house his muteness broke, 
 When, sinking slow, he piecemeal told his life, 
 And died attended by myself and wife. 
 In thoughtless youth given to drink and game, 
 A girl he loved, another loved the same ; 
 The rivalship bore hatred as its fruit ; 
 Hot-headed he, his rival was a brute, 
 Who drugg'd his adversary in the dark 
 Then on the high-sea left him in a bark, 
 A fragile thing, he thought it sure would break, 
 Or with the victim sink before he wake. 
 
 " The potion worked ; asleep for days the breeze 
 The sleeper carries toward his miseries, 
 And as the eyes he opes dread-stricken he 
 Beholds himself upon a shoreless sea ; 
 It is no dream but palpable distress. 
 No dream his fate, whose author he may guess. 
 Then Thirst and Hunger came and, strange to say, 
 He bread and water finds for many a day. 
 As tho' a flinty heart could generous be. 
 Or gave the food to lengthen misery. 
 
 " With wind and w^ave beneath a parching sun 
 He drifted, drifted, days in weeks did run ; 
 Whence could help come in such a waste as this ? 
 A board betwixt dear life and the abyss ; 
 But Hope of heavenly birth, till Death relieves 
 The heart of hoping, to our nature cleaves, 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 81 
 
 A cheering spirit briglitening fear and gloom, 
 The cradle gilding, gilding pall and tomb. — 
 At sundown there is yet no sign of land, 
 At sunrise, lo ! yon looms a hilly strand, 
 Wlience yelling tln-ongs, as maniacs, howling cliide 
 The strange intruder ; some the surf divide, 
 And in a twinkling round the vessel crowd 
 With threatening aspect, exclamation loud ; 
 Iler seizing savagely they haul and yell ; 
 On shore they clamor, like the fiends of hell, 
 But show submission to a leader's will, 
 AVho seems the office of a chief to fill. 
 
 " Man-eaters they, a race of horrid lust, 
 Who warfare love, of captives make repast; 
 Undressed, unhoused, apes in shape of men, 
 Their haunt the wood, their resting place the den, 
 They, wolfish greedy, foxy wiles display 
 In guarding closely those they catch to slay. 
 Not mine the tongue to paint the pitch of woe,. 
 Yet pain and horror in this world I know 
 That wrinkle Childhood, blighten in one hour 
 The crop of Manhood, nip of Youth the flower. — 
 
 " Unbearded young when pent up in a cave, 
 The third week found him old, white-headed, grave,. 
 Entomb 'd alive to fatten and to feed 
 Those horrid bipeds of infernal greed. 
 He curbs desi)air, tho' Death stares in his eye; 
 Unlimited the succor of the sky. 
 
82 THE QUEST OP COLUMBUS. 
 
 "A savage war of extirpating rage 
 The cannibals with fierce invaders wage; 
 Confusion rules, then clash and clamor die, 
 The strangers leave, the man has chance to fly; 
 The nearest forest harbor gives and food, 
 He lives on roots and' drinks the river's flood ; 
 A brute with brutes he sleeps upon a tree, 
 In dread of man, he likes the brute to see. 
 Content thus far with hopeful liberty. 
 
 " So weeks pass by, the seasons come and part, 
 He longs for home, consumed with ache of heart; 
 The sea, the sea, belike there be a boat, 
 A raft, a board or anything afloat 
 To drift him eastward, but the horrid foe, 
 He fears, is lurking and he dares not go 
 Beyond the forest, till one moonless eve 
 Inspired courage his retreat to leave. 
 He steals along, the eye descries no light, 
 No sign of life disturbs the still of night; 
 He nearer draws the hateful den he fled, 
 The silence seems the silence of the dead; 
 Daybreak reveals Desertion everywhere 
 And, joy untold ! his craft, his boat is there, 
 A wither'd thing, for sure, but on that strand 
 He weeps and sobs, and hugs her as a friend. 
 He hunts for food, fresh water he provides. 
 Then kneels to pray, and then the wave divides; 
 Auspicious breezes help, land fades behind 
 And, carried eastward, him the pirates find. 
 
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 " Thus much he told me ; here the story ends 
 Confirmed since by many of his friends, 
 Whom I have met, who knew him disappear — 
 Unhappy man once to a mother dear, — 
 But learn'd from me the course of his career; 
 It were a sin to think the martyr Ued, 
 Why should ho thus, a saint before he died ? " 
 
 As oft the reader of romantic woes 
 In look and feature his compassion shows, 
 In mind each scene reviews, each person's' trait, 
 Feels for the hero, sorrows for his fate. 
 So lost in reverie with an earnest face, 
 The tale's adventures pensive they retrace, 
 While Diego, nestled on his father's breast. 
 With tears entreats him to forego the Quest. 
 
 "Go not, my father, the man-eaters fear; 
 Thou far in danger, I forsaken here.— 
 My mother dead — and our deserted home — 
 Go not, my father, 0, thou wilt not come, 
 And I, an orphan, weeping on the shore, 
 My sorrow drowned in the Ocean's roar. 
 Shall wait in vain, my father, far away 
 By them devour'd, who eat the men they slay." 
 
 This tearful sorrow, welling from the eye 
 Of Innocence, Columbus moves to sigh ; 
 But soothing word has ho, and kiss and smile 
 His child's anxiety thus to beguile : 
 
84 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 " Diego dear, courageous son of mine, 
 God's children we, our shield His Love Divine, 
 Who guards us fondly wheresoever we, 
 On land our Lord, our Father on the sea; 
 Then, not unarmed would I cross the deep, 
 But men and cannon had wild hordes to sweep 
 From off the earth, should war, in lieu of peace, 
 The savage choose beyond the bounding seas; 
 Where Love breeds Hatred, sacred teachings fail, 
 There lombards thunder, force with force prevail 
 And thou, my son, wilt live those realms to see 
 And grow a man of name and gallantry; 
 Shalt reap the harvest of the seed I sow, 
 Befriended live, while on my Quest I go." 
 
 Here, as in times of hospitable love, 
 When for one guest a score of neighbors strove, 
 The friends competed, urging strong and mild 
 The claim to harbor the grief-stricken child. 
 
 " My home be his ; among my children he 
 Shall find the fondness of a mother's knee, 
 While I, permission granted, sail with you 
 ,As pilot, boatswain, or one of the crew ; 
 For never had I wish as strong as this 
 To search the world beyond unridden seas, 
 See things unseen, be of the hardiest one 
 And have my story graven on my stone," 
 Rodriguez said, and had a rival soon 
 In the physician, craving as a boon 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 85 
 
 The guarding of the hoy. The Prior smil'd 
 And thought his Convent guarded well the child, 
 When to his height Alonzo Pinzon rose 
 To state his mind, and this he did propose. 
 
 " Hear me, seilores, last not least to claim 
 A hent for hazards and a thirst for fame, 
 Since gain unhazardous hrings Courage low, 
 That shrinks unseemly when the tempests blow, 
 AVliile him inured to hardship, storm and toil 
 Nor cloudy skies nor envious tongues may foil ; 
 Rich harvest his whose Autumn finds him gay, 
 Whose Winter bears the green delights of May. 
 And when the clod falls on his coffin's lid, 
 The records blazon what he was and did. 
 High seas I climb'd and saw most wondrous things, 
 Such as from AVest the restless Ocean brings, 
 And ofttimes ponder'd over ancient tales 
 The seaman dreams of as he westward sails. 
 
 " ' Tliere be a world,' a mariner at sea 
 Once utter'd wild with mystic ecstasy, 
 ' There be a world, as sure as in my breast 
 There be a soul — a world is in the West; 
 I see tlie man who shall those regions tread. 
 The stars decreed ; I have it from the dead ! ' 
 Thus once at nightfall as our gaze we sent 
 Where down the sun descends from Heaven's tent, 
 A snow-white sailor, who the Ocean's wave 
 And wrathful gales four score of years did brave, 
 
86 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Exclaimed prophetic, and our eyes did meet 
 
 Ere he expired, sinking at my feet ; 
 
 And ever since tliat liour I witli liis eyes 
 
 Beliold a world beneath the Western skies, 
 
 And deem it inspiration from above, 
 
 A sacred message we should heed and love; 
 
 And ever since vague rumor told of one, 
 
 Who for such emprise help sought at the Throne 
 
 I waited, hopeful of the given sign, 
 
 To be an agent in a plan divine; 
 
 And here ye see me face to face with him 
 
 In kinship allied by a mutual dream.— 
 
 What I of wealth possess I risk it, friend ; 
 
 Thine be my caravel, at tliy command 
 
 I put myself and this exjDerienced hand ; 
 
 I wield her helm and wield I shall it still, 
 
 And others of my kindred shall fulfill 
 
 Thy weighty emprise, further'd by my will. 
 
 While we attempt to answer in a trice 
 
 What since hoar ages puzzled fool and wise. 
 
 Who doubts may waver, I from doubt am far ; 
 
 I risk my all, the prize is half a star." 
 
 As they of Modin fill'd with sacred fire 
 In counsel bow'd before a priestly sire. 
 Whose word was law to them who, five in all, 
 Their faith sustaining, caused a tyrant's fall. 
 When Hellas trembled, Syria prostrate lay 
 In that unmatched Asmonean affray. 
 So here the few weigh things which made the State 
 
AT THE CONVENT. 87 
 
 Consider long and longer hesitate, 
 
 And wonder much, that Spain's reputed wise 
 
 Could for a moment clieck the enterprise ; 
 
 Then speedy action urge upon the host, 
 
 The priestly Perez, whom tliey honor most, 
 
 And, as if his the will was of the Throne, 
 
 His wisdom question, what should next he done. 
 
 And he, as father whose fond eye betrays 
 An inmost gladness on a beaming face, 
 While younger heads, obeisant to his nod, 
 His will consult, as tho' it came of God, 
 Prepared to test devotion b}^ the deed. 
 To challenge risk, to hazard life and bleed, 
 Approving smiles, then, thoughtful in suspense, 
 He muses deep before he utterance 
 Imparts to plans he weighing rolls in mind, 
 As one who ponders over means to find. 
 The swarthy mariners, a daring band, 
 In heart elated, touch each other's hand, 
 As comrades wedded to a sacred task. 
 While Perez speaks, thus granting what they ask. 
 
 "What we have done," he said with earnest eye, 
 " What we shall do on earth will never die. 
 For in my heart prophetic voices say. 
 That deathless we, immortal this our day. 
 The Queen knows me, her minister for years, 
 I heard her shrive, saw often flow lier tears. 
 And what I write, I doubt not, she will read, 
 
88 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Take note of all and my suggestion heed ; 
 As for the rest may Heaven our footsteps lead I 
 Meanwhile, Friend ! until the message come, 
 Thyself and child find here a hearty home. 
 Much more of thee we get than we can give 
 Thy presence here we as a boon receive. 
 And shall our leisure use to ripen things 
 Before our messenger good tidings brings; 
 Our messenger, Rodriguez, thou shalt be 
 With any one to bear thee company ; 
 Our Monarchs siege to fair Granada lay, 
 Where armies meet in terrible array 
 And King and Queen behold the deathful fray. 
 
 " Thither proceed, while we confiding wait 
 To help tlie Quest before it be too late. 
 And add new lustre to our Church and State. 
 And these our friends wdll come to share with us 
 A pleasant talk, a ramble, and a glass. 
 Thus helping us our idle hours to pass." 
 
BOOK IV. 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 Granada, beleaguered by the armies of Spain, is in great dis- 
 tress. The Christian host is provoked by an insult offered to 
 their Queen. A great display of martial defiance. A move of 
 the Spanish divisions and a counterniove of the Moslem army 
 headed by Muza and incited by him to desperate resistance. 
 Spain's Monarchs take a glance at the besieged city. Another 
 challenge of Yarfe is answered by Garcillasso in a duel. Yai-fe's 
 death becomes the signal of a general battle. Ponce De Leon 
 and Muza. The issue of the combat is watched by the Moorish 
 King and Court from the towers of the Alhambra. Abdallah's 
 view of the hopeless situation reprimanded by his mother, the 
 Sultana. Her cliarges are refuted by his youthful Queen, Mor- 
 ayma. The tide of battle turns in favor of Spain. The IMoors 
 fly for life in spite of INIuza's efforts to rally them and rejjel the 
 enemy. The dismal night that follows is broken by a conflagra- 
 tion in the Christian camp. Why Granada took no advantage of 
 the accident. The combat is renewed the next day. Muza in 
 the fiel<l with the Moorish King, whom he extricates from dan- 
 ger. The Moors are defeated and their King is wounded. They 
 seek safety behind the forts of Granada. The Sultana and Mor- 
 ayma dress the wounds of Boabdil, who deplores his own lot 
 less than the dark prosi^ects of his wife, the Queen. The great 
 grief of the INIoslem Court. The royal minstrels are called in to 
 console their Majesties. How they offer consolation. Muza 
 speaks reproachfully to the remnant of the army at the muster- 
 place of Vivarrambla, and orders the gates of Granada to be 
 henceforth locked and barred. 
 
 Who thee beheld, Granada wrapt in gloom, 
 Imperial city, else in fairy bloom, 
 Now Desolation frowning at thy gate, 
 Unfriended, widowed, and disconsolate, 
 
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90 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Of Zion thought, when Vespasian and son 
 
 The Seat invaded of the Only One, 
 
 His sacred fane to pillage gave and flame. 
 
 His faithful slew, their daughters gave to Shame. 
 
 Less holy thou, yet pitifulto see 
 
 The foeman's iron grasp encompass thee ; 
 
 Thy mourning battlements and towers bend. 
 
 The Eden round thee, what a dreary land ! 
 
 As if Gomorrah's guilt had brought on tliee 
 
 Just Heaven's Vengeance, dire Calamity. 
 
 Say, Clio, how in her last hour she stood 
 The bitter trials of her solitude, 
 AVhen, after woes untold, she had to face 
 A grim beleaguerer too poor in grace 
 To let her breathe her last heroic breath. 
 Instead of dying an inglorious death. 
 Ungenerous foe, who sent his Gothic swarm 
 To burn and ravage orchard, crop and farm, 
 Till, of all beauty rifled, pale Distress 
 Disfigured her, else queen of Loveliness. 
 In vain her leaders her brave sons inspire. 
 In vain her cannon belch forth death and fire, 
 In vain her legions chafe for the affray ; 
 Gaunt Hunger threatens her witli slow decay. 
 While her inexorable foes beguile 
 Their quiet hours with feasts in pompous style, 
 And still in heaps their new provisions pile. 
 But other notes than Joy's unbridled glee. 
 Than damsel laughter, luscious Minstrelsy, 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRANADA. 91 
 
 Shall soou the Vega's treacherous joyance break 
 When furious War shall earth and heaven shake. 
 
 What means that pageant's menacing array, 
 Dense squadrons moving with the rising day 
 To martial music from the Spanish camp, 
 The Vega ringing with the warrior's tramp ? 
 That morn Granada, wounded to her core. 
 With imprecations from a sacred door 
 A hateful symbol in delirium tore, 
 Which in revenge bold Pulgar with his sword 
 Affixed, defying one who with base word 
 A weapon hurled toward the royal tent. 
 The legend on "This for your Queen is meant." 
 Whereat Ilispania's boldest chose liis men, 
 At night broke way into the tiger's den. 
 And thus amazed the vengeful Saracen. 
 
 The trumpet's call Granada hears and sends 
 Her valiant sons whom Muza's word commands ; 
 Divisions marshall'd hurriedly proceed 
 To check the foe who forward moves with speed ; 
 At Vivarrambla seven legions w^ait 
 The Chief's command to march beyond the gate ; 
 Chivalrous horsemen on their fiery steeds, 
 The noblest species wdld Arabia breeds, 
 Make up the squadron whom that Marshal leads. 
 Them next a mass of steel-clad horsemen stand 
 With lance and buckler and Damascus brand; 
 Reserve battalions make a massive rear 
 
92 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Of arquebuse, cross-bow, scimetar and spear, 
 While forty thousand elsewhere waiting glow, 
 Eyes full of ardor, eager for the foe. 
 Tlie Chief conies bounding on his noble horse, 
 His eagle-eye surveys the bristling force 
 That moves like waves, responsive to his will ; 
 He bids them listen and the host is still : 
 
 " Shall I frame words, ye valiant Moors, to tear 
 New-bleeding wounds and conjure up Despair, 
 Or shall I old and new reverses link, 
 That ye of Malaga and Baza think. 
 And other cities famous years ago. 
 Now laid in ruins, famous thro' their woe ; 
 Then ask ye, shall our dear Granada fall, 
 A kingdom vanish, banner, name and all ; 
 Sink undefended, hunger-stricken we 
 With such an army, such a chivalry ? 
 Ay, rather War than Plague and Famine brave. 
 Fight we and fall, make not these walls our grave, 
 Nor sigh like women, as if Manhood fled 
 From Moslem bosom, buried with a dead 
 Heroic ancestry whom Taric led, 
 When prostrate Spain, as chaff before the wind. 
 Sought refuge northward, leaving Spain behind. 
 Why dare they now the lion in his lair 
 Beard thus unpunished, thus their will declare. 
 Our honor trample, slight our knightly sense, 
 Our valor scorn with Christian insolence ? — 
 Unanswered we, who challenge them to meet 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRANADA. 93 
 
 Us breast to breast for triumph or defeat. 
 
 Why shun they battle if it be no fear 
 
 Of fested daring for a foothold dear, 
 
 AYhich, perad venture, should our armies meet, 
 
 The Xenil made another Guadalete, 
 
 Where sires of our blood did strike that blow 
 
 Which laid Iberia's host and monarch low? — • 
 
 0, what a change, by Allah's great decree. 
 
 Do we behold, heirs of that ancestr}^ ! 
 
 Malaga fallen, our fairest cities down 
 
 Once jewel'd beauties of Granada's crown, 
 
 Uncounted warriors still unburied lie, 
 
 Here Plague and Hunger, there Despondency ; 
 
 Granada's garland foes in ashes la}^, 
 
 A waste to-day, an Eden yesterday, 
 
 She weeping, as Niobe all alone, 
 
 Her prince a hostage, Weakness on her Throne! 
 
 Yet grand in ruins, formidable she. 
 
 Her bravest sons in warlike panoply 
 
 Are prompt to do her bidding in distress, 
 
 As lions rise when roars the lioness ; 
 
 Five myriad blades unsheathe to do her will, 
 
 She frowns majestic, is Granada still. — 
 
 The banners raise, move on, Granada prays 
 
 And Allah smiles, advance, the banners raise ! " 
 
 As when wild fire, bursting furious free, 
 Invades the hives of crowded Industry, 
 Combustion bursts, the wind upspringing sends 
 His howling rage to sweep the elements, 
 
94 THE QUEST OF COLUxMBUS. 
 
 Till eartli and heavens glow and masses roll 
 
 Of air and flame and steam beyond control, 
 
 So here the Arabs Muza's fire catch 
 
 And burning march to battle with dispatch ; 
 
 Behind them blessings ring, and tears are shed 
 
 For those who go to sink among the dead ; 
 
 Without they muster and confront the foe, 
 
 A threatening power thirsting for the blow ; 
 
 But unperturbed Spain no challenge stirs, 
 
 To break the King's command no Spaniard dares ; 
 
 For not for combat are those colors gay 
 
 Of warlike pageantry in stern display, 
 
 Tho' lombards clatter and battalions move. 
 
 Of mail a fortress and of steel a grove. 
 
 Alhambra's graces nearer to survey 
 
 The Queen had wish ; therefore that vast array, 
 
 That slow toward Zubia winds on hilly ground, 
 
 There station takes, divisions close around ; 
 
 On rock and terrace serried ranks present 
 
 An iron wall to guard the royal tent. 
 
 Grandees hold watch, while both the Rulers gaze 
 
 With eager eye on the enormous maze 
 
 Of Nature's luxuries and human art 
 
 Outspread before them as a painted chart, 
 
 Glories that bleak environments enhance, 
 
 A magic scene to ravish every sense. 
 
 " That paradise, my Queen, those forts enshrine. 
 
 Will be ere long our seat, it shall be thine, 
 
 A worthy sojourn for a noble Queen, 
 
 A prize well worthy of a king to win." 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRANADA. 95 
 
 The Monarch utters in a soften'd tone, 
 
 And kisses tenderly his dearest one, 
 
 Who softly answers in an equal strain : 
 
 " Without the Lord the nionarchs plan in vain." 
 
 But lo ! uproarious tumult yon below 
 Of Moslem throngs, who from the gateway flow 
 And issue still with laughter coarse and loud 
 Amid them, like Goliath, vain and proud 
 A giant figure, as tho' from his grave 
 That Philistine arose on horse to brave 
 Not Israel but Spain, who sees aghast 
 A holy symbol trampled in the dust. 
 Yarfe his name, whose hand that message flung, 
 Meant for the Queen; he in his saddle swung 
 Encased in impenetrable mail. 
 With "Ava Maria" at his horse's tail, — 
 The trophy Pulgar to the mosque did nail. 
 As when a forest echoing the sound 
 Of rumbling thunder growling underground ; 
 Or as the waves recoiling from the shore. 
 Repelled leap and leaping fume and roar. 
 So rung the outburst of the holy ire 
 That set the warrior and the priest on fire. 
 And thousands vow'd to take a vengeance dire. 
 Chivalrous heads ask Ponce de Leon's leave 
 To bring outrageous Blasphemy to grief, 
 But he, unmatched knight, the Queen gave word 
 That day to shed no blood, nor draw a sword. 
 " I would to Heaven bold Pulgar were not far 
 
96 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS, 
 
 To chastise lustily that Moslem cur, 
 
 He having right the trophy to regain, 
 
 He more this once than any one of Spain." 
 
 The Marquis said, when one among the throng, 
 
 A hardy chevalier, to stirrup sprung. 
 
 And, like the wind, off Garcilasso sj^ed 
 
 To beg the Sovereign, that, in Pulgar's stead, 
 
 He may redeem a knight's implicit pledge 
 
 To honor Virtue, chastise Sacrilege. 
 
 And "Grant, Sire," the King hears him implore, 
 
 " That I avenge the Virgin we adore. 
 
 And Yarfe's bosom with this weapon rend. 
 
 Grant me this duty for an absent friend." 
 
 Permission given, up the warrior leaps 
 And, as a torrent, down the hill he sweeps. 
 Nor stops ere him he beards who, mounted, rears 
 A massive head, the heaviest of spears. 
 And looks, one mass of steel from head to toe. 
 With downright scorn upon a smaller foe. 
 " Thou art the dog," the braggart Moor began 
 "Whose hand unclean profaned great Allah's fane, 
 That patch affixing with a harlot's name 
 To make us worship thus thy holy dame? 
 And thinkest thou with that unseemly rod 
 To save the mother of thy saving god? 
 Speak out, or wind I from thy snout will squeeze, 
 Speak, bark, or cackle as one of the geese. — - 
 What, mute or deaf? art thou the devil's mate? 
 Perchance a fool — ha, let me feel thy jDate." 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRANADA. 97 
 
 No answer came, instead of wliicli a thrust 
 Lights on the Moslem like a furious blast, 
 And is returned by a whelming blow 
 Which does the Spaniard headlong backward tlirow; 
 Another rush, and then a wdiirling shock 
 No change effected, but the lances broke. 
 When his Damascus blade the Moor did wield. 
 His Garcilasso, grappling shield to shield. 
 As when in Judah's Valley Jesse's son 
 In combat met that pagan chamj)ion, 
 Two armies waited for the duel's turn 
 In heavy silence with intense concern. 
 So Expectation here tied every tongue. 
 The Goth and Moor were waiting throng on throng, 
 Anxiety was visible on each face. 
 Each eyeball centred on the interspace 
 Where doubt was hovering over them who bled: 
 Who would survive? whose lot fell with the dead? 
 A fall, a shriek — the steeds are running free. 
 The Christian lies beneath the Moslem's knee; 
 Hispania praj^s for her devoted son, 
 Granada cheers, one of her foes is gone; 
 But horror, lo! to her intense dismay 
 There Yarfe sinks in a mysterious way. — 
 He reels, he falls by Garcilasso's steel 
 That struck his heart as he on him did kneel. 
 Rejoicing Spain her champion sees return, 
 The trophy on his sword, his f)raise to learn; 
 Divisions hail him, and some voices ring : 
 *' The Virgin saved him, lead him to the King!" 
 
98 THE QUEST OP COLUMBUS. 
 
 Hot runs the Arab's blood whose curses fly 
 In volUes coarse against the enemy; 
 Impatient-mad, in accent gruff and stern, 
 Demanding battle all to Muza turn; 
 He, lithe as tiger, rage in mien and eye, 
 As tiger thirsting for a tempting prey, 
 A steed bestriding which appears to feel 
 Its warlike master's death-disdaining zeal, 
 As arrow swift, careers from end to end; 
 His call inflames them as a firebrand. 
 " Give battle, Moors, strike out in desperate mood 
 For wife and child, let not the chance elude; 
 Beat off the wolves from this our last retreat. 
 To break free way our cavalry is fleet ; 
 Our cannon speak, hold our reserves for speed. 
 We strike at once and make the Christian bleed. 
 Who yonder gathered, thence with greedy eye 
 Into Alhambra's sanctuaries to pry ; 
 I lead my squadron, high our ensigns wave. 
 The Goth no master be, the Moor no slave ! 
 Come roll and swallow, like a hungry sea. 
 For home and mosque — choose Death or Liberty." 
 
 Now, as a cyclone with prodigious might 
 Uptears a city in its sweeping flight, 
 When houses leap, as if of cardboard cut 
 And millstones fly as bombs from mortar shot. 
 While fire, dust and wrecks the air convulse. 
 The heart throbs faster with great Nature's pulse. 
 So fiercely rushing with earth-shaking tramp, 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRANADA. 99 
 
 The Moors fall madly on the Gothic cam}>, 
 And lance, and scinictar, and deadly shell 
 Make fatal havoc of the infidel ; 
 The vanguard sink beneath the lancer's blow, 
 The ranks divide, Confusion scares the foe. 
 Chief Ponce de Leon, terrible in war, 
 Frowns red and wrathful as a meteor. 
 Since files of his division yielding bend. 
 Who orders battle under his command. — 
 Four Gothic chiefs their dense battalions lead, 
 The cannon thunder, leaps and neighs the steed ; 
 Close war the masses, banners rise and fall, 
 Reserves rush onward to the trumpet's call ; 
 In haste Granada hurries out her swarms. 
 To man her ramparts age is under arms. 
 A forest whelmed by tempestuous blasts 
 A fleet dismantled of her gear and masts, 
 By frenzied furies in collision riven, 
 Uphurled, shivered, tossed, swept and driven, 
 Could sftarce a notion to your mind convey 
 Of that ensanguined, bloodthirsty fray. 
 
 Two Counts, de Cabra and Tendilla, first 
 Naim Reduan and Aben Zayde breast; 
 These straight the onslaught with defeat repel, 
 Their legions raving like a brood of hell. 
 Next Don Alonzo with blood-reeking brand 
 Cuts way for self and his impetuous band. 
 While Ponce de Leon, terror of the war, 
 Has full a task to brave the bravest Moor 
 
100 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Whose knights strike liard wherever lie inspires 
 The dashing squadron that he leads and fires. 
 " No quarter, Arabs, no ! " he thunders wild, 
 " For home ye battle, Moors, for wife and child. — 
 Who cares to live to faithless thralls a slave; 
 No choice is left, a kingdom or a grave! 
 Great Allah smiles on Moslems who defy 
 Unfaithful foes, the battle gain or die ! " 
 
 As oil on fire cast the flame makes rage, 
 As ravenous monsters breaking thro' the cage 
 With blood and slaughter mark their fatal trace, 
 Slay all they strike and for new victims race. 
 So Muza's battle-cry: "Die or be free!" 
 To feats of madness drives his chivalry, 
 Who, like an avalanche, bear down the foe. 
 Cleave head and body with the saber's blow. 
 
 New thunders burst, Granada backs her sons. 
 Her cannon rattle, bombs come forth in tons ; 
 Dust, smoke and sulphur spread a cloud of gloom, 
 Confusion bellows as on the Day of Doom. 
 From Zubia's height down Count Urena quick 
 His legion throws into the battle's thick. 
 Alarmed, both the Sovereigns no\\' survey 
 The battle-field and kneel for help to pray; 
 For doubtful sways the fortune of the hour; 
 This battle lost, and vanish'd is the flower 
 Of all the triumphs won in eight campaigns; 
 And what a loss for the united Spains ! 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRANADA. 101 
 
 Fair Moslem dames Alhambra's towers crowd ; 
 They watch the combat hidden in a shroud 
 Impenetrable to the distant gaze, 
 Of noise a bedlam, and of troops a maze. 
 In silken luxury embower'd high, 
 From sunbeam screened, screen'd from vulgar eye, 
 Ill-starred Abdallali, Ruler but in name. 
 His Queen, Morayma, and that virtuous dame, 
 Ayxa la Hora, known to Grief and Fame, 
 In speechless tension the great battle see 
 Which seems a chaos from their balcony. 
 Here, as in reverie, with a steady eye 
 The King begins, preluded by a sigh : 
 
 " What tho' our arms might some advantage win, 
 It would the end's beginning but begin ; 
 Like him who Death resisting effort makes 
 To gasp for air, then sinks and never wakes, 
 So I, as tainted wether, Allah's Will 
 The Fates appeasing, falling shall fulfill; 
 Since come it must let thus the sea devour 
 This islet too, and let the stars not lower. 
 May El Zogoybi's dust, so long the curse 
 Of lo3^al hearts, auspicious winds disperse. 
 A father's terror and a mother's woe, 
 Unwilling creature of a ruthless foe. 
 Shame's tai-get thus dishonor'd unavenged. 
 Delightful regions into a desert changed. 
 Sum up a life, which thro' thy care, 0, Queen, 
 Thro' mother's love the Fates were pleased to spin. 
 
102 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 " O, liadst thou but relax'd thy watchful care 
 When Aben Hassan's executioner 
 The tower of Cimares sought to free 
 My sire's Kingdom from Calamity! 
 When thou, Sultana, by a rope of shawls 
 Didst place tliy child beyond those deadly walls, 
 Contriving thus to make me King and great, 
 Unhappy mother, for a cruel fate ! 
 For vain are Courage, Valor, Strife and Hope 
 Against ill-omens of the horoscope; 
 Great Aben Alman's lineage ends with me, 
 The santon raves, such be my destiny. 
 Had I to front an unpredestined war, 
 Castilian foemen thick from shore to shore, 
 I should my mettle test, doing my part. 
 From sires springing of heroic heart; 
 But strive who may when host encounters host 
 And, lost or won, the Fates cry: 'All is lost.' 
 Thus to the dregs of Sorrow's cup I drink. 
 Abysses yawn, the Fates command me sink ; 
 I shut mine eyes to fall into the deep 
 But shrink in pain; I hear my dear ones weep.- 
 Sweet Queen, Morayma, love angelic thine. 
 In soul and body thou, a gift divine. 
 Than houri sweeter thou, my wedded mate, 
 To soothe the sores struck by a flinty Fate. 
 Ah! thee dethroned to see I cannot stand. 
 No more the cjueenly lady of the land. 
 No more Alhambra's grace, but, Allah knows, 
 What sojourn thine, what miseries and woes! 
 
THE SIEGE OP GRANADA. 103 
 
 I shudder, dearest, shudder when I think 
 Of thee and thine, who with Granada sink ; 
 Thy father fell, a glorious death he died, 
 But me great Allah such an end denied : 
 How often did I Death stare in the face, 
 Yet am alive, alive to my disgrace ! " 
 
 "Unkingly King!" la Hora bitter cries, 
 "Who, unresisting, dost accuse the skies 
 For overthrow Inaction brings on thee 
 To verify the santon's prophecy, 
 As if a king, ordain'd to fall by Fate, 
 Could not as monarch war, could not fall great. 
 Ay me! thy mother were it meet for her 
 To follow thee with spear or scimetar. 
 No brand she feared save the brand of Shame, 
 Effeminate Slavery and a craven's name. 
 Could I great Allah's blessed favor win. 
 Instead of thee I bore a Saladin, 
 A valiant King unbending, bold and free, 
 In rain or sunshine clad with majesty. 
 
 "As gold by fire cleansed is of dross, 
 High-mettled spirits brighter shine in loss, 
 For, come of God, invulnerable the soul; 
 But passing things the sullen Fates control. 
 They live forever who as warriors fall, 
 Like him at Ohod slain, Mohammed's kin, 
 Brave Hamza fallen in that battle's din. 
 Distorted, mangled under the Prophet's eyes, 
 
J04 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Proclaimed God's lion in the blissful skies, 
 A lion here, a prince in Paradise. — 
 Let woman weep, thou rise to fill thy post, 
 As Moslem strive, be king till all is lost. 
 Ah, weakness thine, who never durst dispute 
 A rightful heirdom kingly resolute; 
 Thou, fond of ease, didst with thy foe compact 
 To chop the boughs but leave the stem intact; 
 And now the stem, as oak by lightning cleft, 
 A singed mass of leaf and twig bereft, 
 Waits for the axe to sink upon the heath,^ 
 Such is Granada in her throes of death. 
 Her thousand towers shake, her glory fades, 
 Thy patron friend her battlements invades; 
 Yon loyal files her wounded bosom shield, 
 They sword and lance with manly prowess wield. 
 But thou, Abdallah, art not in the field." 
 
 " Why ope. Sultana," Moray ma interferes. 
 Her speech impeded by a rush of tears, 
 " Unhealing wounds, why present gloom increase 
 By hard reproach, impending miseries? 
 Abdallah fought, his armors bear the scars, 
 To hold his throne despite of Fate and stars, 
 But vain is Valor, Allah's seal'd decree 
 Azrail bears to frustrate Gallantry. 
 My glorious father, Andalusia's dread. 
 With hundred years and triumphs on his head, 
 A warrior born great warriors to appal, 
 Immortal Atar, met his death withal, 
 
THE SIEGE OP GRANADA. 105 
 
 His grave the torrent of a rushing brook ; 
 
 No quarter giving, he no mercy took ; 
 
 He of Abdallah's prowess highly thought, 
 
 Who at his side the adversary smote, 
 
 His craven legions tin-ice to action drove. 
 
 For throne and faith as king and Moslem strove. 
 
 " Twice, sword in hand, the false usurper he 
 In open combat braved impetuously. 
 And El Zagal, else desperate in deed, 
 Or had to fly or in the duel bleed. 
 What ruler may our King as monarch dared. 
 Who all privation and all hardship shared 
 The soldier stood, and Death met face to face. 
 Saw Valor's trophies oft his triumphs grace ; 
 Or strove till wounds disabled limb and brain. 
 Resolved to die or fair the battle gain. 
 Unlike fierce Kaled, like Obeidah he 
 Relies on Honor, trusts in Honesty. — 
 
 " But who on earth may stem the Ocean's roll ? 
 Who conquer Fate, who Allah's Will control? 
 AVhen to Destruction Taric gave his fleet 
 And wove his plan a mighty foe to beat. 
 He visions had, the Prophet saw in dream, 
 The stars and Fate did in his favor seem; 
 Grandees conspired to betray their land, 
 The Caliph's host struck like one giant's hand; 
 We strive divided, Treason barefaced grins; 
 Thro' Moslem treason Christian valor wins." 
 
106 THE QUEST OP COLUMBUS. 
 
 Abdallah hears not his Morayma's plea, 
 He sees his army from the combat flee, 
 Discerning soon his flying infantry; 
 They, as a surge rebounding from tlie reef. 
 Now scatter fast, deaf to the rallying Chief, 
 Whose thirst for gore the Spaniard hath to feel, 
 And Gothic blood is reeking from his steel ; 
 Him naught can stay, his knights are close at hand, 
 Whole ranks they stagger, scores to death they send, 
 But, overwhelm'd, their footmen flying wild, 
 They slowly yield, but not ere heaps are piled 
 Of dead and dying, mangled, mingling low. 
 Unheeded, trampled, gored by friend and foe. 
 Dispersed, as goats before the wolf's glare eye, 
 The panic-stricken Moslems madly fly 
 And, stabbed backward, hundreds of them die, 
 His game the Goth hunts to Granada's gate, 
 Brave Muza chides thus nnresigned to Fate : 
 "A curse on Cowardice, unmanly brave, 
 In boast a hero and in heart a slave; 
 Degenerate Arabs, sired by a breed 
 Of nerve and spirit as Arabia's steed, 
 Who would poltroons like those believe to be 
 The lineal heirs of such an ancestry ! " 
 
 With trophies laden Spain's combatants return 
 To claim their prize, the Sovereigns' praise to learn. 
 But, seeing comrades dead at every turn. 
 They unrejoicing toward the camp proceed. 
 The Chiefs their troops, the host the Monarchs lead. 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRANADA. 107 
 
 While wrapt in grief Granada's daughters weep 
 
 For dear ones fallen, unsooth'd by Hope or Sleep. 
 
 Thus ever, since the brute in man is strong, 
 
 One's lamentation is the other's song. — 
 
 Ah, it is well, that cycles long dilute 
 
 The hellish doings of that monstrous brute 
 
 Who, sprung from Chaos with a dream of light, 
 
 In evil revels as the fiend of night ; 
 
 For, summed up, this world of Sin and Guilt, 
 
 Of legal carnage, blood Religion spilt. 
 
 Of murdered Innocence and martyr's tears, 
 
 A sea of crime, woes of six thousand years, 
 
 Infernal madness, frenzies nothing quells, 
 
 Would mock tlie torments of a hundred hells. 
 
 Thus red with blood, as countless times before, 
 The sun descends, a day of death and gore. 
 And star-eyed Night the deadly broil suspends, 
 And peace, mock-peace, upon the hosts descends. 
 Unrestful squadrons on their weapons sleep, 
 Redoubled guards a watchful sentry keep, 
 Who shudder at the growls the beast of prey 
 Emits where uninterr'd the slaugliter'd lay ; 
 The cadence soft the nightingale doth pour 
 Ill-fits environments of bloody war. — 
 But lo ! Night's sable sunders and a flare 
 A glimmer follows, bursting in a glare 
 Of wind-engendering flame that swells and grows, 
 And startled Spain into confusion throws, 
 A camp on fire seething like a sea 
 
108 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Of glowing waves towards Heaven's canopy. 
 
 From battlement and turret in surprise 
 
 Granada sees the lurid blazes rise, 
 
 Herself illumined by the raging streams 
 
 Of whirling flames, and from afar it seems 
 
 As tho' the army of the infidel 
 
 Were in the furnace of a bursting hell ; 
 
 For where at sunset proud escutcheons gleamed, 
 
 A hundred banners to the westward streamed, 
 
 Of tents a city marvelous to behold 
 
 The Sovereigns' standard guarding did enfold. 
 
 In dead of night Combustion, glowing red, 
 
 Consuming, like a deluge, vastly spread. 
 
 The flames the winds, the winds the fires fed. 
 
 As when the golden city Belus swayed 
 
 From sleep aroused, stupefied, dismayed. 
 
 Beheld her glories in an instant fade. 
 
 But with no foe, w^ho there in ashes laid 
 
 Home, fane and palace, and the inmate slew, 
 
 Spain rose aghast her ruined camp to view ; 
 
 Her squadrons gither, shrill her trumpets blow — 
 
 Was all Mischance, was there a treacherous foe ? 
 
 But reassured, tho' precious things are lost, 
 
 She rues the accidental holocaust, 
 
 A holocaust the Monarchs wdth a sigh 
 
 Now see expire, and the embers die. — 
 
 And vigilant Granada, why so slow 
 
 To seize that moment for a hardy blow, 
 
 When one success thy losses might retrieve. 
 
 The grim besieger break, thy woes relieve ? 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRANADA. 109 
 
 Suspicion made her chary of tlie game, 
 There might be treason hirking in the flame 
 Her last defenders cunning to ensnare; 
 Thus fooUsh-wise she would no sally dare, 
 Sparing her legions for the last affray 
 That shall distract her on the dawning day. 
 For scarce was dawn discernible in the skies 
 When she beheld a host from ashes rise, 
 As phoenix new and eager for the fight. 
 Prepared the vestige of her groves to blight, 
 The only remnant saved by stout defense 
 Of all her wither'd sweet exuberance. 
 
 The sentry's call Granada's slumber breaks. 
 The King is up, his loyal army wakes ; 
 He sallies forward with a dashing rush, 
 Him Muza seconds and the armies clash 
 With dreadful fury, as the beach and wave 
 When tempests rage, more desperate than brave. 
 The Moslem, threshold, wife and child in sight, 
 As frenzied leopard strives with main and might, 
 The stab disdaining till his spirits fly. 
 His curses hurling at the enemy. 
 
 Abdallah leads in feats his kingly train. 
 Never a king, since Roderick was slain, 
 Struck mightier blows, nor could more Death defy 
 Than on that morn his Moorish Majesty, 
 While, as a flash, upon his noblest horse 
 With lightning's speed dread Muza cuts his course 
 
110 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Thro' thick and, thin, across confounding cries, 
 Ubiquitous where vantage ground he spies, 
 The Goth affrighting with a voice tliat thrills 
 The Arab's bosom, and the Spaniard's chills. 
 " No slave the Moslem, happy he who dies 
 For Allah's glory, bliss of Paradise ; 
 Granada save, your mothers there and wives. 
 We freedom buy or honor for our lives ! " 
 
 And as this voice above the tumult sounds 
 Throughout a score of broken battle grounds. 
 Its ring, as vitriol on fire cast. 
 The Arab's fury turns into a blast ; 
 He slays wdiile slain and multiplies the dead, 
 Demoniac Madness rules in Valor's stead ; 
 The masses rage, the leaders lose control 
 Resistless yielding to the battle's roll. 
 Granada's roofs and towers cannot hold 
 The dames and maiden.? and the hapless old, 
 Who trembling wate' the issue of the day 
 And for their com.jptants to Allah pra3^ 
 
 But vain is Prowess, Prayer, all is vain, 
 Islam, onoe more defeated, yields to Spain; 
 This foothold lost, it shall not rule again. 
 But vegetate, an object of disdain. 
 Insidious sure, tho' showing gap on gap, 
 The veteran Goths the Moor's foundation sap, 
 And, tho' the Moslem as a calcar glows. 
 Succumb he must to his superior foes. 
 
THE SIEGE OP GRANADA. Ill 
 
 Who onward press with overpowering sway 
 
 And soon retrieve the losses of the day. 
 
 As from Samaria's plain the Syrian fled 
 
 By terrors haunted which liis fancy bred, 
 
 He, fleeing shades, a gorgeous camp and gear 
 
 Deserted madly in unfounded fear, 
 
 His armor losing in his fleet career, 
 
 So all at once, with dangling sword and shield. 
 
 Great Moslem throngs are flying from the field 
 
 And others follow, follow'd by the cry 
 
 Of chasing victors, crying: "Victory!" 
 
 Swift Muza like a shooting star careers 
 Adjures the dastards to allay their fears, 
 With curses loads them who would give no ear, 
 Then toward Abdallah bends his quick career 
 To help the King who, hemmed in, repels 
 With fifty lances thousand infidels, 
 But slowly wavers with reluctant gall; 
 Seeing the outcome, he prefers to fall, 
 When dashing Muza with his lancers fleet 
 For King and self secures a safe retreat, 
 With all an army hanging at their heels, 
 Till check'd by thunder, which the cannon peals. 
 
 The King dejected toward Alhambra speeds, 
 Unhurtful wounded from three wounds he bleeds; 
 La Hora meets him with a word of praise, 
 Morayma weeps, discerning in his face 
 The death of Hope, the torments of Despair; 
 
112 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And wife and mother with devoted care 
 To ease discomfort loving minister, 
 Till sooth'd in mood, the Caliph feels again 
 That his hut half is of Morayma's pain, 
 Who, had he fallen, she, the gentlest mate, 
 Perchance enslaved, would face a cruel Fate. 
 
 And "O, Morayma!" thus the King hegan, 
 "Would God we were not, or thou wert a man. 
 Or I a swain and thou my rural grace, 
 Our son an urchin of a rustic face; 
 Then on the river's bank, on brook, in grove 
 In flowery meads I wooed, I sang my love. 
 Sang sonnets mild in undisturbed peace 
 And sent my rhymes upon tlie fragrant breeze; 
 And thou wouldst, sweetest, blushingly submit 
 To Love's adorer prostrate at thy feet. 
 Our ravish'd souls would feed on kisses sweet, 
 The world forgetting with her myriad lies. 
 Her fancied triumphs, real miseries; 
 Would raise a brood from sin and evil free, 
 Unknown to Fear, Disgrace, Conspiracy, 
 Nor Pomp nor Power Iblys doth bestow 
 On crowned heads to aggravate their woe; 
 But Allah doth blest Humbleness deny 
 To such as He creates to groan and sigh, 
 Thus art thou mine, thine El Zogoybi I, 
 Who, born a king, miglit yet a beggar die. — 
 Alhambra, ay, Alhambra, tlice to leave 
 To whom, as love to love, my feelings cleave, 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRAXADA. lit 
 
 As love with love, with thee I hate to part, 
 Yet part we must, O, anguish of my heart! 
 Morayma, weepest thou? how happy, dear, 
 Thy gentler sorrow thawing in a tear, 
 Relieves thy heartache, tendercst of mates. 
 My sorrow melts not, frigid as the Fates. 
 
 " 0, I should weep when, what we now possess. 
 These fairest gardens, noblest palaces, 
 Delicious groves, the mosques they ensconce, 
 With song resounding, sacred orisons. 
 These treasures dear, and this my rightful Throne 
 In spirit I forfeited see and gone; 
 And thee attendant at some lord's repast, 
 A slave, perhaps, a creature of his lust; 
 O, happy they who rest among the dead 
 For Death is kind, compared with such a dread ! " 
 
 The gray Sultana parted with a frown, 
 She Manhood valued more than rule and crown ;, 
 Unbroken she by all reverses stood. 
 Sultana ever in her widowhood. 
 She ever honor'd for her virtues high, 
 Who, come what might, did neither weep nor sigh 
 Save when the son by her afPection nursed 
 Unkingly acted, or his birthday cursed 
 When, short of patience, she his presence left, 
 As one disconsolate, of child bereft. 
 Not thine, Morayma, is a mood of strife, 
 A tender mother tliou and loving wife 
 
114 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Of sympathies unbounded utter'd free, 
 Thy love and sorrow deep are as the sea; 
 Yet self-forgetful, Love would rather die 
 Than see the dearest suffer, hear him sigh ; 
 Thus not her own distress Morayma heeds, 
 Her heart is bleeding, while Abdallah's bleeds. 
 
 As ivy climbing in sylvestrian shades 
 The clasper tightens when the storm invades 
 The stem it clings to with its vital strings, 
 The gale withstands or with the oak-tree sinks, 
 So in his trials to her lord she clove 
 With more than consort's, more than mother's love, 
 And, unconcerned with her woe or weal, 
 Her sores unheeding, his she tried to heal 
 By lavishing endearment, soft caress. 
 Expressions of Love's deepest tenderness; 
 But vain the witchery ! the charm and smile 
 Impotent proved his anguish to beguile. 
 
 What next, poor Queen? whom Love did fail to 
 charm, 
 Hope not the minstrel will the sting unarm ; 
 Ay, song will deepen woe, the tuneful strain 
 At best wakes Grief, is harbinger of pain ; 
 
 For Sorrow swells as music strikes the ear, 
 Heaves like a mount volcanic fires rear, 
 The eye makes crater of the burning tear. 
 Each fiber shudders, feeling God is near. 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRANADA. 115 
 
 The chief musician, at the Queen's command, 
 The trembling strings smote with a master's hand, 
 You would have thought he smote Apollo's lyre ; 
 The Arab struck it with a soul of fire, 
 The royal minstrels made response in choir ; 
 A maiden chorus took up each refrain 
 The gilded domes re-echo'd with the strain. 
 Stout eunuchs listen'd with wild-glancing eyes, 
 The minstrels sang of Heaven and Paradise, 
 Of lakes whose wave the faithful drink in bliss ; 
 Of Allah's Tooba-tree, the houri's kiss ; 
 Of honeyed rivers, brooks of milk and wine ; 
 Of jewel'd robes, which like those angels shine, 
 Who serve in gold celestial drink and food, 
 Refulgent maids of saintly virginhood. 
 
 This for the blest Elect ; nor could frail speech 
 The utmost raptures of the Moslems teach, 
 Who dwell in regions where the musky breeze 
 Diffuses fragrance and seraphic ease. 
 Air, bird and flower are full of harmonies ; 
 Where leafage sparkles, like the golden stream, 
 The meadows with ineffable wonders teem. 
 
 " Joys none may utter, unutter'd by tongue," 
 Graver the tune flows, and sadder the song, 
 " Great Allah reserveth for Moslems who bleed 
 Their honor defending, the mosque and the creed ; 
 They fear not Misfortune who lie on the field 
 The wound in the body, the scar on the shield ; 
 
IIG THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 They skyward soar happy to get there their meed, 
 
 Immortal by faith and deathless by deed. 
 
 Valleys enameled with lilies and roses, 
 
 Climbers^ of Zambak and pathways of mosses, 
 
 Silken pavilions the Musselman chooses 
 
 With dove-eyed houris of radiant graces, 
 
 Whose unfading beauties the Moslem unlaces, 
 
 Unsated indulging their softest embraces 
 
 With garlands cherubic, w^hich his fair head braces, 
 
 The Prophet accords him, who falls for his glory, 
 
 Whose lance hath been shattered, whose wounds tell 
 
 his story. 
 Whose armor lies battered, his lips cold and gory. 
 Freed from Temptation and Danger and Worry. 
 
 " Gold-winged cherubim do martyrs there homage. 
 Singing and soaring on jewel-studded plumage 
 In gardens of cinnamon, sylvan cool weather, 
 Unmarred by reptile and desert and heather 
 Mid birds paradisical warbling together, 
 Of rapturous melodies, star-dotted feather. 
 
 " Limpid bright waters embosomed in flowers. 
 Forests in blossom, which from leafy towers. 
 Stirred by Allah's Breath, send down in showers 
 Life-giving rose-j^etals on heavenly boAvers, 
 Bowers where santons and warriors are dreaming 
 Feasted by damsels whose . faces are beaming 
 With black eyes enchanting, and hair that is 
 streaming, 
 
THE SIEGE OF GRANADA. 117 
 
 One smile, one soft rapture a life's grief redeeming. 
 Earth Lids man no blessing lie can hold forever ; 
 From things most endeared at last we must sever ; 
 Brave, IMoslcm, vicissitude manly, however; 
 To gain Allah's Mercy frail mortal endeavor. 
 Tho' loss be heartbreaking to Faith yet be given ; 
 AVhen kingdoms are sliaking and armies are riven 
 And monarchs are quaking by Destiny driven. 
 No Moslem downbreaking shall lose trust in Heaven." 
 
 While thus the minstrels King and Queen console 
 And Resignation flows from eyes of Dole, 
 Bold Muza wheels around the scattered groups 
 On Vivarrambla ; gathering like dupes, 
 They blush to face their Chief, who deeply grieves 
 At his desertion by these fugitives. 
 Who, had the hour's rebuff they stood, avIio knows 
 What change it conjured in Granada's woes. 
 
 " We lost the day, we peradventure lost 
 The last of chances to repel that host 
 Who wolf-like hangs about Granada's gates. 
 Our meek surrender eagerly awaits. 
 Seeing how lamb-like our quick footmen fly. 
 Well knowing whither, but unknowing why. 
 Too fond of chains, too womanish to die. 
 Henceforth no gate unbolted be at night. 
 Lest, now emboldened by your sheepish flight. 
 The foe, who hitherto was held in dread 
 By dauntless Valor, which did glory shed 
 
118 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 On our great army and the army's Head, 
 Affright our watch and, ere a legion wake. 
 Our portals capture and our city take. 
 Moors bar your gates and be on the alert, 
 No angels guard them who their cause desert; 
 Entrust not safety to the eyeless wall, 
 Postpone, O IVIoors ! postpone Granada's fall." 
 
 Here Muza ends and with a bound withdraws, 
 He honor'd still and dreaded by his foes ; 
 Ilis gruff reproaches the sad men benumb ; 
 They look dispirited, as deaf and dumb, 
 And soon disperse in undated mood 
 With self in darkness over things to brood, — 
 Defeated, blamed, the hunger unappeased. 
 The rations dwindling, while the toil increased ; 
 Too hard for Moslem even, yet to sigh 
 Impious were, for Allah rules on high. 
 And when He trials sends He knoweth why ; 
 Night throws her mantle over scenes of gloom, 
 The day's reverses seal Granada's doom. 
 
BCJ( )K V. 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 TnR ravages of an unlioly ambition. Spain's camp changed 
 into a massive city in face of Granada, whose misery becomes 
 extreme. Boabdil in consultation with liis Court concerning the 
 situation. Abul Cazim, the "Wazir of tlie city, dcscril)es the suf- 
 ferings of the people, and urges surrender without delay. The 
 Grand Vizier, Yusef, agrees with the Wazir, that furtlier resist- 
 ance was hopeless and dangerous. They are vigorously opposed 
 by Muza, who insists, that anotli(>r battle might yet turn the 
 tide of fortune in their favor. The impression he makes is ef- 
 faced by the sudden appearance of a santon, who proclaims the 
 irrevocable doom of Granada. The Wazir is empowered to pro- 
 ceed to Santa Fe and secure the best terms for the capitulation 
 of Granada. Abul Cazim does as he is bidden, meets the Span- 
 ish Sovereigns, and returns wdth the treaty to be signed by Bo- 
 abdil. The purport of the treaty. Muza's last effort to prevent 
 surrender. Yusef proves the utter hopelessness of a struggle, 
 that would only add horror .to wretchedness ; it was Allah, who 
 ordained the fall of the Moorish Kingdom in Spain. Muza's 
 farewell to his fallen IMonarch, who affixes his signature to the 
 treaty, which the Wazir delivers at the Spanish headquarters. 
 How Muza prepares at his house not to survive the surrender 
 of Granada. His encounter with the Gothic guards beyond the 
 gates, and his duel with Ponce de Leon. His wounded charger 
 brings the tidings of his death to the city's portals, whereupon 
 there is general lamentation and sorrow. 
 
 Ambition's thirsty Greed, unloved of God, 
 
 Progenitor of endless evil here, 
 Since Cain his hrother niurdcr'd dwells in Nod 
 
 By spectres haunted, sights of gloom and fear ; 
 Her knitted eyebrows darken home and 1 1 earth, 
 The zest of pleasure mar, the banquet's mirth, 
 
 (110) 
 
120 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Insatiate whether in a cave of stone, 
 
 In marble palace, or on golden throne. 
 Incessant Thirst and Hunger parch her soul, 
 
 She values lightly what she haply won. 
 This world's half being hers, she craves the whole. 
 Sweet Eden's gate celestial sentries bar, 
 
 Sodom buried in Abaddon's womb. 
 Angels hurled down this nether star, 
 
 Babel's madness, Ivorah's living tomb ; 
 Noah's deluge, kingdoms in decay, 
 
 Glories blasted, triumphs laugh'd to scorn, 
 Caesars fallen, Rome's downtrodden sway, 
 
 Crowns and sceptres from proud monarchs torn, 
 
 Loud-warning urge Ambition's Greed to quell, 
 
 Thro' whom great men and greater angels fell. 
 Beautiful amid refulgent spheres. 
 
 Treasure-laden, bath'd in golden tides. 
 Unceasing thro* Infinitude careers 
 
 This globe, whose bounties Greed with Might divides; 
 The masses worship INIammon, watch his nod. 
 
 The iron hand above the spirit rules, 
 To them a Czar is still a demi-god. 
 
 Who like Timour, builds pyramids of skulls; 
 Thoughtless, dreamless thousand millions plod 
 
 Until in silence Death the plodders lulls ; 
 0, shameful, bitter thus to kiss the rod 
 
 Of creatures base ; how numberless the fools ! 
 Might of Genius, mines of precious ore. 
 
 Make giant Industry her sinews ply ; 
 Cities, harvests, armies sink in war. 
 
THE FALL OF GRANADA. 121 
 
 Vengeance, vengeance ! fuming kingdoms cry. 
 Wasteful horror ! blood and treasure flow, 
 
 Madness triumphs, Sanity despairs; 
 Dark as demon, causing dole and woe 
 
 Himself with God presumptuous man compares. 
 
 Had the nations half the labor spent, 
 Half the treasures lost in armament, 
 Given freely Ignorance to chase. 
 
 Wisdom teaching, love of riglitcous deed, 
 Golden cycles would a happier race 
 Behold united on this planet's face, 
 
 Now divided between Force and Greed. 
 Pardon, pardon, but make answer, friends. 
 
 Answer ye, who fellow-men a home, 
 A grave deny in pious Christian lands; 
 
 Who doom the infant in his mother's womb, 
 
 Because of Creed, a vagabond to roam, 
 Tho' God for all His rain and sunshine sends, 
 
 Ay, answer, why did your ]\Iessiah come? 
 
 Now, where of late the camp in ashes lay, 
 
 As tho' by magic built, a city rose ; 
 The Moor beheld it with intense dismay, 
 
 His glory's tombstone founded b}' his foes 
 Granada's hope for succor to dispel ; 
 
 In massive walls and comfort rest the host, 
 Immovable thus, the hateful infidel; 
 
 Alhambra knows, that her domain is lost. 
 Nine provinces, when Ferdinand declared, 
 
122 
 
 'II no (^I'lOS'l' Ol" COMJMIJUS, 
 
 'JMiiit (lOJliic, iiilc sliiill iictifcforlli l»c supreme, 
 Nor* s;ii-ririi(r of [i;o|(| iii»r l.'tlior spiirc*! 
 
 To liiiild llial oily, risen like ;i, <li'('iiiii, 
 A l>cclil\(! now, wli(!r(i liiCo nnd (/onnncrc,(! siir, 
 I»nL niJiinly |tl;iiin'<l lln; Moslem lo (Idtnr 
 ['"roni ;ill provisions, forcin^j; liini lo yicl<l 
 
 His hist, resort; lie, (loiihU'iil of sucexjss, 
 Ilis ItesI, jiimI hi'iiA'csl, fjillen in (lie field, 
 
 Siiltiliiei! i»y llinie(|-^ Itrokeii liy nisircss, 
 TIk! eii|> of soi'row empties lo its (Ii'(!gs. 
 
 "Willi henlli or Shivery, ;in<l no helper near, 
 Wit.li ]i;i^^ii,r(i Jiiyriiuls, Toverty in I'li^s^ 
 
 'J^li(> infiinl-'s crnvin;^ mid tli(^ motliei''s l,e;ir ; 
 Willi riiieiio uiiliiiider(;d sliilkine- in iJie sirecit, 
 
 Tlio <|e;id unltnrled rot, tine- in tli<; l;ine, 
 (Jriiiiiuhi's (!;ilipli iiml liis (•()iiiiselo!'S meet. 
 
 Consult; in sorrow iiinl eoiKdiide in p;i,iii, 
 Tliat moi'o delay mi;^lit, all Um^ l''iiri(;.s i'oiis(! ; 
 
 Tli(! linn^ry masses, who for ven^(!anco y(!!irn, 
 
 Mie;lil, street and si|naf(! into ii ^'ra-veyard turn, 
 Alhainhru's Court into ;i ehariiel lionscs. 
 
 Til roya,l garh cxidtcMl llouhdil, 
 
 ]Iis l(\'idin^ (•onns(!lorH sealed at, his ThroiK^, 
 
 'IMio' mn<di dejected he, a, ruler still. 
 
 Thus opes th(! ('ouneil in an earnest tonc! : 
 
 " Gniy-liCiid(Hl sages, hcjirdud wurrior.s l)riiv(!, 
 
 Civo counsel, Moors, what shall our nioasures he 
 In iJiis extrcmest hour of trials grav(>, 
 
THE IWIA. OK ORANADA. 123 
 
 When Hope recedes from grim Culamity, 
 And prospects wither of relief without, 
 
 AVhile tliickening darkness liovers round our licud; 
 What sliall 1)0 done, ye wisest and devout. 
 
 Have strength we yet to stand, say, have ye bread? 
 Ah! Fale insists, we shall this Kingdom see 
 
 Go down with us, our santons prophesied, 
 Great Allah destined us His hunb to be, 
 
 A victim of His anger, elso we died 
 
 A happier soul unknown, uncursM untri('(l, 
 Insensible as clod, unpi'css'd as aii-. 
 
 As water, wind or plant or brute or naught ; 
 But live wo must in anguish and despair, 
 
 This after battles wv. have I'^ingly fought. 
 To be a people's curse, ])ass days of di'ead, 
 
 Long nights of si)ectral dreams, or sleepless care, 
 The pauper envy, deem happiest th(( dead. 
 
 " Yet what of this, oui- sorrow light appears 
 In balance weigh'd with soi'i-ows measureless 
 Of our good nation groaning in distress, 
 
 In slaugliter wading thus foi- many years. 
 One loss another drawing in i(s train, 
 
 Uncheck'd the carnage and undi-ie(l tlie tears. 
 Who dares a power ballling thus disilain, 
 
 Who, as a forest singed by a (lame. 
 Or as an oak-tree lightning si)lit in twain. 
 
 Stood long in glory and now bends in fame? 
 And must we bend ? O, l(>t us yet pi-olong 
 
 Our lease of greatness, be it for a day; 
 
124 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Once lost, Alhambra might be famed in song 
 But, fallen once, forever falls our sway. 
 
 Speak wisdom, Wazir, wdio our city knows. 
 How long, indulging Hope, may we endure 
 
 The foeman's pressure, which resistless grows, 
 How long withstand the Goth, within secure? 
 
 And each and all before us grave and wise, 
 
 The Wazir following, may give advice." 
 
 The Wazir, Abul Cazim, deeply sighs. 
 
 His tidings fall as dirges on the ear : 
 " Hope fled, Sultan ! " bowing he replies, 
 
 " No hope, no bread, we must surrender. Sire, 
 
 For hundreds perish and no help is near ; 
 Too high the price we every hour must pay 
 
 For hopeless rule, scarce worthy of the name. 
 Gaunt Hunger, Pestilence our people slay, 
 
 To yield to Allah, Monarch, is no shame. 
 Our fallen heroes make our story great, 
 
 As Troy of yore our Kingdom held its ground ; 
 Like men we stood, like men we yield to Fate, 
 
 No realm for aye lasts on this planet's round. 
 Nor thine the fault, 0, King, nor thine the guilt, 
 
 That Islam's triumphs in our days decrease, 
 That Moslem blood is for no purpose spilt 
 
 And Moslem rule with us, belike, will cease ; 
 Fate plays with kingdoms as with waves the wind, 
 
 As waves unsteady nations rise and sink, 
 Man's greatness centres in his heart and mind, 
 In deeds of soul he dying leaves behind. 
 
THE FALL OF GRANADA. 125 
 
 Not once Mohammed did from danger shrink, 
 Not even when a world of foes to face 
 
 He unbefriended strove, prepared to die 
 With none to lielp liim Ijiit Ahiiighty's Grace, 
 
 Disdaining Doatli in combat for the sky. 
 
 " I had a daughter sweeter than the dove, 
 
 Than May in blossom, courted by our best ; 
 She, slow in giving maiden love for love, 
 
 A youth made happy by her favors blest; 
 He wooed and won her in my shady grove, 
 
 A charming bride, of brides the loveliest. 
 Their home was Eden, angels came to life, 
 
 Tho' years pass'd l)y they met as lovers meet 
 As oft as he returned from the strife 
 
 To lay his laurels at his consort's feet. 
 Ah ! once ho came not as the evening came, 
 
 My daughter waited with suspended breath ; 
 They brought him cold, it was his day of fame, 
 A praising army rang the hero's name, 
 
 My daughter fell on him — to share his death. 
 Three babes survived, my comfort and my care, — 
 
 My anguish whelmed me, I could not weep — 
 Those nights of sorrow whiten'd my gray hair. 
 
 The babes, all three, went with their dame to sleep; 
 And I am yearning, sighing all alone. 
 
 It is so hard uncherish'd thus to stay 
 In olden days when other joys are gone 
 
 And none be there Affection's debt to pay. — 
 I am consoled ; nnlinrt in faith I know. 
 
126 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 That Fortune's sunbeam draws the thunder's blast, 
 Which strikes and fells the pines that highest grow 
 
 And sends tlie cyclone roaring thro' the vast; 
 The valleys shudder when the mountains shake, 
 
 A happy worm I should in dust not crawl; 
 They break in triumph, \\\\o with grandeur break, 
 
 Thy fall, Caliph, is a nation's fall." 
 
 As one ashore whose only vessel strands, 
 
 That bears the fruitage of a toilsome life. 
 Expects Disaster with close-folded hands, 
 
 Of helpless parents thinking, child and wife. 
 So Boabdil in speechless anguish sate, 
 
 A clouded brow his inward strife betrayed 
 When Yusef spoke, High Chancellor of the State 
 
 And thus advising his grave utterance weighed. 
 
 "Man's folly towers as the boldest peak, 
 
 Meseems the wisest may be thought a fool. 
 Who Allah questions, he of vision weak, 
 
 Too blind to see the limits of his rule. 
 Before he dares in face of Him to speak 
 
 Who made this earth and all the stars a tool 
 Inscrutable ends in Cosmos to attain ; 
 
 Folly may judge this life by joy or dole. 
 Or weigh its purport by such loss or gain 
 As quicken feeling, waking glee or pain. 
 
 But Wisdom fathoms things to see the whole, 
 Discerning Providence in every change. 
 
 In crumbling empire as in law of clime, 
 
THE FALL OF GRANADA. 127 
 
 Since His the atom as the mountain range ; 
 
 Like flowers, the forests wither in their time, 
 Mature the fruit drops seeding on tlie turf ; 
 
 The breeze tliat waves the dreaming infant's lock, 
 As gale it heaves great Ocean's leaping surf, 
 
 Which smites the shore and shakes the massive rock. 
 Worlds yield to Allah, stars not less than we, 
 
 Why grumble thus? rose we not once to fall? 
 We rose in trium|)h wlien He bade us be. 
 
 We bend to pass, obedient to His call. 
 Down goes the ship, the lifeboat seize and save 
 
 The drowning wretches from a sinking deck. 
 Let them who may strive for an honor'd grave. 
 
 Nor babe nor mother perish in the wreck. 
 As death the end is of all being here. 
 
 So Might and Rule abide not where they stay, 
 Predestined, nations run their short career. 
 
 Ordained to do a thing and 2^ass away. 
 As daybreak welcome, welcome is the night 
 
 To him who strove, arising with the sun; 
 We rose victorious, did our battles fight. 
 
 Fate bids submission and our task is done. — 
 Submit, Caliph, Allah Himself commands 
 
 To spare His faithful where resistance fails, 
 Like Death the foe inexorable stands, 
 
 Granada's dame her infant's food curtails ; 
 The hours are precious, days wear slow as years 
 
 When Plague and Famine stare one in the eye, 
 Enough had we of bloodshed and of tears, 
 
 Or we surrender or self-murder'd die," 
 
128 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Unanswered Yusef stands ; the King is sad ; 
 
 A while no voice is heard, tho' all know well 
 
 That with the army's fall Granada fell ; 
 Yea, all save one, who bold and vengeance-mad, 
 
 Unshrinking from Despair new vigor draws, 
 
 A man who feels he lives but for a cause ; 
 He dreadful in the field, the bravest head, 
 
 A Moslem fearless in the tiger's jaws, 
 Muza i^rotesting speaks : it were too rash 
 
 To take the yoke so hateful to his heart, 
 Before once more in wrath the armies clash 
 
 Or freedom gain or worthless life depart, 
 
 " Too hasty counsel this, O Sultan, bide 
 
 Yet irresolved a while ; too rash to bend 
 To cringe unmanly with revolting pride, 
 
 Crave Bondage with twelve myriads to defend 
 Their last resort and write a tale in gore, 
 
 Our honors wash in streams of Christian blood. 
 
 Break thro' their squadrons frantic as a flood 
 That mocks the barriers of a rocky shore. 
 And, come what may, be great forevermore. 
 AVhat may not Valor do, unchained Despair ? 
 
 What not a desperate, embitter'd host. 
 Who, mad as hurricane, their utmost dare 
 
 For Glory striking, should all else be lost ? 
 The moment calls for hardy action. King ; 
 
 Let no disaster Moslem hearts unman. 
 Yet one more sacrifice we Freedom bring. 
 
 Persist we faithful for persist we can ; 
 
THE FALL OF GRANADA. 129 
 
 Call forth the shades of sires bright in fame, 
 
 And fall like them, the face against the foe, 
 For Honor strive, for an illustrious name, 
 
 That with the ages will yet brighter grow. 
 To-day, to-morrow Death fells each in turn. 
 
 Disdain the chance to choose the warrior's course. 
 To meet the Goth with opposition stern 
 
 And he ere long will on your necks enforce 
 The yoke of Slavery, chains that clink and burn. 
 
 The bondsman make his misery discourse, 
 The nobler nature for his coffin yearn. 
 Give up Granada, Sultan, bend, ye wise, 
 
 The Christian victor might perchance reward 
 Submission tender'd to a world's surprise, 
 
 With hundred thousand to wield lance and sword. 
 This breast and arm — great Allah hear me swear ! — 
 
 This Moslem heart to Faith and Freedom given ; 
 These limbs of mine no tyrant's chain shall bear. 
 
 Not Muza, no, unless to madness driven. 
 Not I will bend, I solemnly declare 
 
 Before the Goth, I swear by Him in heaven ! 
 How such a kingdom fell with such a host 
 
 The times shall wonder and the problem solve, 
 A pregnant warning ; yea, our leaders lost 
 
 The spirit's will, the fire of resolve. — 
 Granada's fall I read in every eye, 
 
 Granada, fairest, thou on bended knee ! 
 T see the manhood of a nation die, 
 
 A people's downfall I untimely see. — 
 
 Go, Wazir, hand the Moslem's golden key, 
 
130 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The Christian liancl it— it is cheap to sigh ; 
 
 Surrender, Moors, surrender, I am free ; 
 I shall in nothing with the foe comply. 
 
 No Christian lordling forg'd a chain for me." 
 
 Thus warlike Muza ends and steps apart. 
 
 The Council disconcerted hold their seats, 
 Each word he utters sinks into the heart, 
 
 Abdallah sighs, his pulse enkindled beats. 
 As one wdio, threaten'd in his life or hride, 
 
 Desponding muses what to yield or hold. 
 Till stung in honor, wounded in his pride, 
 
 For Love resolves to struggle staunch and bold. 
 So now the King remorse felt, pain and shame 
 
 To hear a vassal scorn inglorious life, 
 He felt, that Weakness brought on him the blame, 
 
 "Who ought to sink a monarch in the strife ; 
 Determination burned in his eye 
 
 His countenance betrayed a settled will, 
 But ere he spoke, they heard a piercing cry, 
 
 A wail, as of a cat, intensely shrill ; 
 The guards made way, unearthly as a ghost 
 
 A haggard shape of white dishevel'd hair. 
 Of beard like snow, wild eyes in sockets lost, 
 
 Of bony hands he clasped in despair, 
 Into the presence of the Council burst 
 
 And, raving madly, eyed the frighted men, 
 
 As famish'd beast just issued from the den, 
 That leaps on him who thwarts its pathway first. 
 A santon he, the dweller of a cave 
 
THE FALL OF GRANADA. 131 
 
 Who lives on roots or fasting spends his days, 
 Less fit for life than for the open grave, 
 
 Foretelling thus the King and Court dismays : 
 " Granada falls, thy Kingdom hopeless sinks, 
 
 Spare tears, spare blood, deliver to the foe 
 Forfeited rule, Abdallah, last of Kings! 
 
 Granada falls, great Allah wills it so ! " 
 
 The santon flees unfollow'd to the gate, 
 
 A scornful smile enlightens Muza's face. 
 While King and Council utter : " God is great ! " 
 
 And for the final act their spirits brace. 
 But O, resolve ! resolve as much ye may. 
 
 The agony to see the dearest go 
 Is more than man can bear who, made of clay, 
 
 Endureth often unendurable woe ! 
 Ay, tears are sweet which give the mind relief; 
 
 They melt the ice within the bosom's deep. 
 But Sorrow's heaviness, unbearable Grief 
 
 Are his, who, tortured, can nor speak nor weep. 
 Ye who did witness children watch the breath 
 
 Of her endeared by a thousand ties. 
 Of her who, closing her sweet eyes in death. 
 
 Engenders hope of meeting in the skies, 
 But leaves disconsolate a joyful home. 
 
 May realize the pangs of tlicm wlio stood 
 
 Devoted to Granada's widowhood. 
 Till dark reverses left for Hope no room. 
 
 No moment granting ov'r her fate to brood, 
 They seeing her irrevocable doom. 
 
132 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Hext day, em]30wer'd with the foe to treat, 
 
 The Wazir issues from the city's gate ; 
 Half-way Spain's guards the Moor with honor meet 
 
 And lead him straightly to their King in state; 
 For word hath reach'd the Gothic camp that morn 
 
 Which fill'd Hispania's heart with grateful glee, 
 The Sovereigns chose, tho' of his lustre shorn, 
 
 To treat the Wazir as an Embassy. 
 A courteous welcome given is the guest, 
 
 The Rulers deign accord him words of grace. 
 His mansion and attendance are the best. 
 
 For which the Moorish Kingdom dearly pays ; 
 He knows the nature of the shrewdest King, 
 
 Prepares exorbitant demands to hear. 
 The courtier's smiles his Moslem conscience sting, 
 
 Resigned he sighs, he knows the end is near. 
 Two lords of station with the Wazir deal 
 
 Gonsalvo de Cordova, a knight of deed, 
 With shrewd Fernando doth the office fill ; 
 
 This last, a scribe to Ferdinand, can read 
 As wise interpreter his master's will, 
 
 The rate appraising of his Monarch's greed. 
 Cruel the articles they frame combined ; 
 
 The Moor submissive each condition hears 
 Unchangeable as Iberia's settled mind ; 
 He pleads in vain, there is no force behind 
 To back his pleading, and he yields resign'd. 
 
 Henceforth Granada shall a province be. 
 Her people subject to the rule of Spain, 
 
THE PALL OP GRANADA. 133 
 
 The Moor unarmed shall tlierein live free 
 
 By cadis judg'd with him in sympathy ; 
 But Gothic Governors he must needs obey, 
 
 Unransomed captives to their homes restore, 
 May freely emigrate or tribute pay ; 
 
 His King shall elsewhere bide as heretofore, 
 Be prince and have a large estate to sway, 
 
 Live royally, but King be nevermore. 
 Four hundred children shall Granada send 
 
 As hostages to make Compliance sure, 
 To be returned to each i")arcnt's hand, 
 
 Who shall as Moslems live in peace secure ; 
 Besides, two moons are granted as a grace 
 
 To cherish hope of succor that might come ; 
 But should no help arrive in sixty days, 
 
 Then shall Alhambra he a Spanish home ; 
 This treaty signed, a truce shall war replace 
 
 The nations mingle unrestrain'd as one ; 
 To those too poor to buy their bread these days 
 
 Supplies are granted by the Gothic Throne. 
 Nor are grim menaces forgotten there, 
 
 A special clause defines them in a word ; 
 Should Treason to good Faith the Moor prefer 
 
 His punishment shall fire be and sword. 
 
 Thus furnished the old Wazir honor'd goes, 
 A pompous escort leads him near the gates 
 
 "Where Plague and Famine are the ruthless foes. 
 An anxious Sultan for his tidinga waits ; 
 
 Alhambra's horsemen on the s23ot appear 
 
134 TPIE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And bid the Wazir straight the halls ascend 
 Where King and Council are in doubt and fear, 
 
 Lest black the message be he bears in hand ; 
 The messenger they watch, his mien and gait. 
 
 As in he steps unhopeful to behold ; 
 His bosom heaves, he cries : " King, God is great, 
 
 Things come to pass as holy men foretold, 
 Who read tlie stars when first thine eyes did ope. 
 
 And in Zahara's woes foreshadow'd saw 
 This Kingdom's downfall, wdiich, despite of Hope, 
 
 We live to witness ; such is Allah's law. 
 A thousand empires before this fell. 
 
 Mutation here is the immutable state ; 
 Islam commands impious thoughts to quell, 
 
 Frail monarchs vanish, none but God is great." 
 And : " Allah achbar ! " faint the echo rings, 
 
 Then silence rules, none daring to forestall 
 The dismal tidings which the Wazir brings, 
 
 For every utterance of Granada's fall, 
 With whom the crescent's late dominion sinks. 
 
 Is hateful to the ear of each and all ; 
 So in the house where on tlie death-bed lies 
 
 A dear one stricken, sinking out of breath. 
 One kindred reads the other's agonies 
 
 But pales recoiling fl'om the sound of — death. 
 
 " Unfold the answer, Wazir, give in full 
 
 Thy errand's outcome, shorten our suspense ; 
 
 If part we must with Royalty and Rule, 
 AVhither shall we proceed, departing hence? 
 
THE FALL OF GRANADA. 135 
 
 What must Granada do to please the foe? 
 
 Ahows the Christian King us breath and bread, 
 Or plans he yet to heap more woe on woe 
 
 To make us envy our licroic dead ? 
 Such be our destiny, the worst had come 
 
 When Moslem dug for Moslem fame the grave; 
 We lost our sceptre, we shall lose our home, 
 
 And, after these, who deems life worth to save? 
 O, day of sorrow ! was I born to bleed, 
 
 To write a tragic tale of woeful years, 
 To reap the harvest of the evil seed. 
 
 Cast ere I was to spring in blood and tears ! ' 
 Yet, who may chide what Allah preordains 
 
 Tho' trials come the truest heart to wring; 
 I know since childhood no surcease of pains ; 
 
 Speak briefly Wazir," cried the luckless King. 
 
 " Take heart, O, Sire, the golden sun is there. 
 
 The stars in blue, and Allah high above, 
 Cede Royalty thus coupled with Despair 
 
 For bread with peace and liberty to rove 
 Unguarded, safe, the humble mortal's share ; 
 
 More than the phoenix courted is the dove ; 
 The cannon's clatter and the trumpet's blare. 
 
 The gilded hall's luxurious alcove. 
 Conspiracy in palaces not rare. 
 
 Outbalance they the heart-ease of the swain, 
 
 Sqrene in soul, imparadised in Love, 
 Of happy feeling, unconsumed brain ? 
 Untroubled who, afforded chance and choice. 
 
136 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 AVould long delay a man with men to he, 
 Would not considt his reason's truer voiee, 
 
 Preferring Peace to glittering Misery? — 
 Thy sceptre, King, the Gothic Rulers claim, 
 
 This city, likewise, as the victor's prize ; 
 Hard was the chase, invaluable the game. 
 
 They conquer'd us, it W'as no play of dice 
 A giant power like this land to lame; 
 
 Resistance failing, why express surprise? 
 And useless, sure, the Spaniard's greed to blame. 
 
 Estate they give tliee where the mountains rise, 
 "Where . Alpuxarras, Andalusia's hciglit. 
 
 In fertile valleys, green throughout the year, 
 
 A chain of hamlets hides of rural cheer, 
 The seasons changing to enchant the sight 
 
 With all those glories Alpine regions wear. 
 Which brace the spirit and the sense deliglit. 
 As hitherto the Moor shall tribute pay 
 
 To his new master, after a suspense 
 Of three years granted ; and in mosque he may 
 
 Great Allah worship in his Moslem sense, 
 Embark for Afric or in Europe stay ; 
 
 Have judges of his own as heretofore, 
 But he subjected to a Governor's sway 
 
 To rule appointed by the Conqueror. 
 And we, O, Caliph, Court and courtiers all, 
 
 Must swear allegiance to Ilispania's Throne 
 And hostages. Disturbance to forestall, 
 
 Must of our youth be given to atone 
 For broken faitli, conditions unfulfilled. 
 
THE FALL OF GRANADA. 137 
 
 The Christian captives shall unbought bo free, 
 And, that the lust for riot may be stilled, 
 
 To lay down arms the Moslem must agree. — 
 Such is the message I impart with grief 
 
 From victors who were deaf to my appeal 
 For milder terms ; they answer'd gruff and brief. 
 
 Unmerciful implacable men of steel, 
 With scornful smile and features cold and stiff: 
 
 They spoke not theirs, but spoke Iberia's Will. 
 
 " Yet sixty days of hope for Fortune's turn 
 
 They grant, alas ! should help from Allah come ; 
 
 Unblest my task ; Hispania waits to learn 
 
 Thy pleasure. Sire; Alhambra not thy home! — 
 
 I must to-morrow with thy seal return 
 
 For seal thou must, King, seal Granada's doom." 
 
 " Say not we must ! " resounded Muza's voice, 
 " The Wazir errs, we must not seal our shame ; 
 
 As long as we can fight we have our choice, 
 The infidel shall not have cheap his game. 
 
 To arms, to arms, for Fame and Honor strive, 
 Lead forth our legions, let them wade in gore. 
 Their shades who fell in this tremendous war 
 
 Will ever frown if we our shame survive ; 
 
 Unarmed once ye deeply sink beneath' 
 
 The haughty Goth, wdio will his pledge forget; 
 
 Will cause your blood with passions mad to seethe 
 And raise his belfry on your minaret, 
 
 Despise ye, aliens, who shall gnash your teeth 
 
138 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And rue the hour when thus arrayed in might, 
 
 Divisions banner'd ready at your call, 
 With chiefs to lead, a King to claim his right, 
 
 In lieu of battle and a glorious fall. 
 You seek Subjection with a lease of years 
 
 To ruminate on triumphs ended poor. 
 To watch the airs the Christian tyrant wears. 
 
 And live a shadow of the mighty Moor. 
 O, miserable the instinct of the slave, 
 
 Who feels the lash a hundred times a day, 
 Yet rather than oppose an odious knave. 
 And share the honors of a freeman's grave, 
 
 Degraded will in slavish fetters stay, 
 As if to die for Life's divinest goal. 
 
 For man's inalienable right to be 
 Unchained in body, unsubdued in soul 
 
 Were not the privilege of beings free. 
 Ah, why fear Death? receive him with a smile, 
 
 Not worse than Birth he comes a welcome guest ; 
 
 What ages ripen is by God's behest. 
 Who, notwithstanding human schemes and guile. 
 
 Ordained irrevocably for our best 
 
 A name of lustre and a grave of rest ; 
 And tears, perchance, the aftertimes might shed 
 On sacred tombs of dearly-fallen dead, 
 
 Are precious jewels, inestimably dear 
 
 Worth all the tinsel of a King's career. 
 A martyr's death is Allah's blissful kiss, 
 
 A sleep the angels in al Janet sleep, 
 A dreamy foretaste of the skies of bliss, 
 
THE FALL OF GRANADA. 139 
 
 'Tis Heaven's gateway mysterious and deep, 
 Which opens when we, warring for our right, 
 Vile Bondage hating, as the serpent's hiss. 
 Arrayed in combat, sink free in the fight. 
 A thrust, a hurt, a wound, and all is past ; 
 
 I saw such faces turned to the moon. 
 Saw battling squadrons falling thick and fast, 
 
 My soul was envious, it appear'd a boon 
 To end thus facing an implacable foe. 
 
 Who Islam scorns, abhors the Arab's race ; 
 Thus to repay the debt we Manhood owe. 
 
 Can aught be worthier of great Allah's Grace? — 
 Seal not our shame, it is not yet too late 
 
 To do the wonder of this bitter war, 
 Lead, Caliph, open every bolted gate. 
 
 Lead all Granada, let our lombards roar ; 
 The world shall shudder when she reads the tale 
 
 Of what befel us when our foes we tore ; 
 When Goth met Arab in Granada's Yale 
 To see his armies stagger, shake and pale 
 
 Before the vengeful ire of the Moor ! " 
 
 This voice, which often drowsy cohorts sent 
 In seething waves against the enemy, 
 
 The timid drove to climb the battlement. 
 
 And youth inflamed with sturdy knights to vie 
 In feats of daring, deeds of Gallantry, 
 
 Its ring was mighty, and it fired all. 
 
 Moving the coolest to impassion'd thought ; 
 
 Its living echo, trembling thro' the hall. 
 
140 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Was heard with wonder slowly die and fall 
 
 Until each ear the dying echo caught, 
 
 As if some magic Muza's ardor wrought ; 
 But, soon subsiding, left a chilly sense. 
 
 Which damped passion in the bosom's well. 
 Oppressive grew the seconds of suspense, 
 
 Like sad vibrations between knell and knell. 
 Who will arise to say what shall be done ? 
 
 The hours are fleeting, good advice is dear, 
 The Council ponders, silent is the Throne ; 
 
 Thee, Yusef, now again the Court shall hear, 
 Who speakest wisely in suasive tone, 
 
 A sorry pleader, in thine eye the tear, 
 Nor is the sorrow in thine eye alone. 
 
 " O, valiant Muza, prince of generous vein, 
 
 Granada boasts, succumbing to her fate. 
 Of thee, great warrior, in her mortal pain ; 
 
 Thou deep in nature, fiery in debate, 
 The grace of Knighthood, tho' in manner plain, 
 
 A man of lustre, mighty, good and great, 
 Thy plea is noble, ay, the noblest plea 
 
 I ever heard a human lip evince, 
 Were not our fall in plan of Destiny 
 
 We bent not thus despondent, noble prince. 
 Hall Allah will'd our Kingdom to endure 
 
 A knight like thee had risen long ago, 
 Disinterested and of motives pure, 
 
 Thyself absorbed in thy people's woe ; 
 But mortal prowess, gloried tho' it be. 
 
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 Hath never broken thro' the fateful bars 
 Invincible powers set by High Decree 
 
 To earthly greatness' no transition mars. 
 The Voice unheard, the Hand of Mystery 
 
 Direct the course of nations and of wars, 
 And those mutations we call history, 
 
 Man's rise and fall ordain'd is in the stars. 
 Before the Void her shapeless masses bred, 
 
 Before the sun, before the ])irth of light, 
 Before the starry heavens vastly spread, 
 
 Before the Ocean hid the mountain's height; 
 Before this world rose bride-like from the deep 
 
 To take her orbit in tlie Master's plan, 
 When like a new-born infant Earth did sleep, 
 
 Before all breath, before there was a man ; 
 When Night held sway and Chaos held his reign, 
 
 Great Allah did, among events to come 
 In all the orbs that sprung from the Inane, 
 
 Decree and seal Granada's mournful doom. — 
 Thy glory. King, it is a fate to bear 
 
 That Faith and Perseverance sorely tries ; 
 We know the reason of thy bleached hair. 
 
 Thy deep of sadness and thy burning sighs ; 
 My old eyes weep, I let them overflow. 
 
 These tears are thine, my King, and ages late 
 Will mirth suppress, and youth will cheerless grow 
 
 On hearing of our sorrows and thy state, 
 The minstrel's lip will tell our tale of woe 
 
 And thrill the hearers w4th our tragic fate ; 
 No nation's overthrow doth Fame bring low, 
 
142 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Our name is deathless, for our fall is great, — 
 If Muzas all we were, and men alone 
 
 Inured to slaughter, fierce and reckless brave, 
 We might, despairing, make the Goth atone 
 
 By selling dearly things we cannot save, 
 Make one mad sally, cut or be cut down. 
 
 Until this Vale look'd one appalling grave. 
 One hundred thousand women, babes and maids 
 
 Bid us beware of heeding such advice ; 
 A scanty tribute this paid mourned shades 
 
 Their nearest kindred thus to sacrifice. 
 Remember Malaga's heart-chilling end ; 
 
 Surrender, Sire, our State had run its course ; 
 AVe bend because great Allah bids us bend 
 
 And, bent and broken, we submit to Force." 
 
 As in the darkest hour when hearse and pall 
 
 The brightness darken of the brightest home 
 By those black symbols of the funeral, 
 AVlien, Sorrow pressing too intense to bear, 
 
 The dismal outlook of the drear}^ tomb. 
 Subdued by suasion of the minister, 
 
 A while subside, but soon redoubled come 
 As out the coffin moveth, which contains 
 What of the living after death remains, 
 So dumb the Court beheld the fateful scroll , 
 
 That bore the terms dictated by the foe ; 
 With trembling hand the Wazir doth unroll 
 
 The document to cap Granada's woe. 
 As near the Ganges he with horror wakes 
 
THE FALL OP GRANADA. 143 
 
 When cobra's chilly coils disturb his rest, 
 He dares nor breathe nor stir, but smitten shakes, 
 
 The monster nestled on his naked breast, 
 So motionless the King sate mute and white. 
 
 Unspeakable agonies his action lame 
 All overpower'd, as in dead of night 
 
 When ghastly dreams unbrace the dreamer's frame, 
 Who tries to fly but moves not in his flight. 
 Before him scroll and seal untouched lay. 
 
 The seal inherited, a brilliant gem. 
 Of potent caliphs who upheld their sway, 
 
 In glory wore Alhambra's diadem. 
 And muster'd armies to their foe's dismay, 
 
 To be deliver'd by this last of them ; 
 The Moslem thus the Christian's helpless prey, 
 
 Who ages strove the Arab's tide to stem. 
 The moment came slow-speeding Time matured 
 
 The moment when the ruthless Saracen, 
 Who by his pluck and scimetar secured. 
 The iron grasp Iberia endured 
 
 Was forced to yield with one stroke of the pen. 
 
 Who doubts divinity in man may find 
 
 In moments fraught with danger or with fear 
 
 Angelic Sweetness in the nobler mind, 
 
 That spares for others in distress the tear 
 
 Of soft Compassion, tho' himself aglow 
 With unabating fever of the brain ; 
 
 Thus here the Moors, forgetful of their woe, 
 
 Allow their sympathies for him to flow, 
 
144 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 "Who seems unable further to sustain 
 
 A Kingdom's downfall and a people's pain. 
 But frowning Muza strikes his clenched fists 
 
 Against each other with an angry clap, 
 No sympathetic tear his eyeball mists, 
 
 He forward paces, anger in his step 
 Ill-hidden wrath and grief and pity, too, 
 He, speaking to his King, tries to subdue. 
 
 " Farewell, my King, whom Muza cannot serve, 
 
 Tho' overwilling for his liege to die ; 
 Ye, fallen Moors, farewell, I cannot swerve 
 
 From lines of honor, can nor weep nor sigh. 
 Nor bend my backbone in submission base. 
 Nor set my name on parchment to erase 
 
 My nobler self, or cede my trusty sword, 
 , And be the creature of a Gothic lord. 
 Yea, not for such a lot was Muza made 
 
 Whose mettle brooks no course of servile deeds ; 
 I try once more my true Damascus blade, 
 
 Bestride my charger, he the steed of steeds ; 
 Ascend the tower. Moors, before the cross 
 
 Is mounted there, the crescent sinking low, 
 "Watch Muza's method to repair a loss 
 
 He cannot bear, by one despairing blow ; 
 
 The world shall hear and coming ages know. 
 Among the Moors who bent there was a Moor, 
 
 Who could fell Monker face but could not bend 
 To grace the triumph of the Conqueror, 
 
 That Moor was Muza, Muza sword in hand." 
 
THE FALL OF GKAXADA. 145 
 
 These accents fall as hail upon the head 
 
 Of King and Council, who see Muza's face 
 Assume the hues and earnest of the dead, 
 
 Else affable with smiles of knightly grace ; 
 He leaves the Court uncompromising stern, 
 
 Abdallah's heart is sore to see that knight 
 Thus flee Alhambra never to return, 
 
 Resolved to die in single-handed fight ; 
 The strongest pillar of his bending Throne, 
 
 Sustain'd a season by that loyal hand, 
 Granada lasting by his sword alone. 
 
 Encounters render'd by his prowess grand, 
 With him departing are forever gone. 
 
 " Postpone not. Sire," the Yusef speaks again, 
 
 " Delay no longer Allah's high Decree, 
 Tho' hard the trial waiting brings no gain. 
 
 The city groans in utter misery. 
 Do timely. King, what Destiny commands, 
 
 A Moslem now, a Moslem thou wilt be, 
 Take we resign'd wdiat Allah's Wisdom sends, 
 
 In bondage even royal souls are free ; 
 Should Muza dare the Goth a blow to deal, 
 
 Provoke the vengeance of the victor's ire. 
 He might in wrath his promises repeal, 
 
 Granada give to pillage, sword and fire." 
 
 The Caliph waves his hand, as one in dread 
 
 Of living speech, peruses line by line 
 The fateful instrument before him spread. 
 
J'i<; 
 
 'iiiK <ii;i:r/i OK (;oi-i;.\ii;i;h. 
 
 Ali'l, ;dU;i- .silcjjl b:iU-H iin; fr<;(;ly ,sli<;<i, 
 
 II'; Hi^nn ii\\(\ h<;}iIh it. jui'I I/mIh ollions ttij^ri 
 'I'llC HJiIiir!, W'liih; Ik', VvitJl fol'J';'! liJUi'ls OH Iioad, 
 
 Afllictcd to IiiH royul rooiiiH vviLlninuv.s 
 
 To lr;i lii.s wife iuul irioihcr Hhuro liin wooh. 
 'I'Ik; Wiizir IjcarH llio Hcroll io Saiiia F'', 
 
 AIIi;iiiiI)I';i.'h Ii;i.IIh rcHOUii'i vviih flir^cs dwp, 
 Tlio HorrowH ^fow loo Iicnvy for oik; <l!iy, 
 
 A f'lill'ii Kiii^ 'iii'l Kiiij^'lotri vVJiil JUi'l \\'<;<'.]>. 
 
 Mf;;),iivvliil(; H(;4nr:HU;riii^ IiiniHolf Ironj si^lit, 
 
 I>ni,vf! MiizH id ]\\H onirunco ^ivf!H comnijuui 
 To l);ir l,li<; porl;il till lli'; Ciill of ni;.'.lii 
 
 Aj^Jlillst, IllllMlsioil, \»: \\i: kill OV CliMl'l, 
 
 Wliil';, fiH u, jtricsL inl.ciil, on solojiin riio, 
 
 ilo iiiiikcH Jiblulion CI'; 1m; siiikn io ]>niy 
 Ah MoHlr-iri fiiil.liriil, vvlio, IVom (hi.un till ni^lit, 
 
 Fiv<! orisons roliciU'Sfs fhiy l>y 'Ijiy. 
 lie looks loo jjrnv'; for li<;i-, who s<;('S liiiii f.oino, 
 
 A f'.loinl of sii'liif'SS (l;irk(;iiiii<4 liis i'i\<-(;; 
 Sli<; is liis wife, iJio ^Uiirdinn of Iiis lioino, 
 
 Wlio lon^iii^ Wiiiicd for lici- lord's cinhrnco. 
 "AIjih, why Ihiis hcc.loii'h'd, (lc!i,r(-sl, iniii(;V" 
 
 As Unii'l chilli sh<; fjiif.slioiis her dcnr lord ; 
 "My Mii/.a Hiui !" sho mnsl ilx; caiiso divine, 
 
 For, ji-bscnt-niindod, Mii/a, s|>(;fi,kH no word ; 
 TTcr h(;!i,ri niisjifivcH lier !uid kIio cum but guoHS 
 
 Jiii|»<iidin^ dii.n^/;rs or souk; hilii.l change, 
 SoiiK; ii'vv r('V(;rH<'S, or sonic great distress, 
 
 Or, (;1h(! Home iroiildi; of u, n;ilnre, strange. 
 
TIIIO lAI.L Ol'' (IKANADA. 
 
 47 
 
 '^J^liiis (ni'iH'd into self hIio wciivi'S it iiia/.o 
 OF ^lodiiiy likcIiliooilM slio (Hii'tiiin dficins, 
 
 J^ill S('ir-<'()iii|);is.si()ii, \\liil(i licr liusl);ui<l prays 
 And losL in r.'ipliirc oi- in N'isioii sccins, 
 
 Uiisciils tli(! ciiiTciil, of lli;iL iiiyslic (low 
 7\ woiiiiin iii;iy :il' ;iiiy lioiir in KLrcaius 
 
 S<'lld Inrlli (() SoClcil SOliM' <)|i]»l'('Ssiv() \V()(! 
 
 And with cniolioii iirni''l(! sobs and scD-ams, 
 
 llci- lia-iid (li(! wai'i'ior lakes, liis brow (dears off: 
 
 " l*\)f^'iv() AIniin;i, swcclcsL wife," la; (M'ics ; 
 'SS|)ai'o mo ;in ;ins\\i'r, (), I niiisL Ix! rou^li ! 
 
 Unl, jj,'o I nnisl, iMipi'llril liy (ho skies 
 'To offer Ishiin Moody s;icrilie((; — 
 
 Our Kin;j;doin fnlls, llKy .yi<'l(l, T Imvo enoiigli, 
 Mys(df I die for (liin^s I lii^Iiei" ])i'i/,(^ 
 
 Thau worldly pom]) or lyin;j;" ej»i(iip]i ; 
 T sworo a fearful oalh in Allah's Na,nio — 
 
 '^Po ]ioina^(* l*'reeiloni in des|ii((' of l*^it(! — 
 1 di(! for l'\ailli \\il(, (lion (Jiy Mn/,a, hlana;? — 
 
 'Idiou shaK, he inisfi'ess of my fair es(,a((! 
 When I am jj^'onc; my nn'cil aJiove (o (daini — 
 
 May Allah's l*eac(! pi'c\ail \vi(hin (hy^ah;! — 
 I'^irewell, Alniina., rule (Jiy j^iaef 1 pra,y, 
 
 0()nra;j;e(ais he as Mu/.a's woi'fhy wife; 
 lictweeii tliosu leaves hehohl yon slrayin^;' i"a,y, 
 
 Tlio fadiu}^ onil)lem of a, passin*^ life, 
 Tha(, eonies and j)asse(h as (Iwi llee(i!ijj; <la.y, 
 
 Ami blessed lie who ends in manly sirifu. — ■ 
 Yea, weep, dear wife, (Jranada sinks wi(h me, 
 
148 THE QUEST OP COLUMBUS. 
 
 A man is naught, but O, a nation's fall ! 
 The Goth the lord, the Moor in slavery, 
 
 Shall Muza live to be a Christian's thrall? 
 The crescent mourn, the cross in glory see 
 
 With might within such heart-grief to forestall ?- 
 "Why tremble thus, Almina? Why so cold? — 
 
 She faints, the swoon will pass, my speech is coarse- 
 Bring help, slow eunuchs, here your mistress hold !- 
 
 It is a fainting spell, it might be worse, — ■ 
 Get spirits quick, her temples rub and head ! — 
 
 It were ungodly Destiny to curse — 
 The man of simples call, put her to bed ! 
 Almina dear — Grief made her beauty old — 
 
 The sun is down, I see the West is red ; 
 Here, eunuchs, do her in these quilts enfold — 
 
 This kiss, Almina — cold her lips and head ! — 
 Here rub her forehead — I must end my course,— 
 Farewell — this kiss, O Love! — my horse, my horse!" 
 
 The slaves obey, the master on a couch 
 
 His youthful consort rests with tender care, 
 Two waiting slaves his ponderous armor bear; 
 
 They dress him all in steel; with night's approach 
 
 He nimbly mounts his incomparable steed. 
 That beats impatient fire out of stone 
 
 And snorting neighs; impell'd by winged speed 
 It carries Muza thro' the gates alone 
 While mildly in the West the day goes down. 
 
 As when in Spring from Winter's dream the bear 
 Awakes exasperated, hunger-mad 
 
THE FALL OP GRANADA. 149 
 
 And, fleeing his inhospitable lair, 
 
 Roams wide and hunts until some blood is shed, 
 Falls on his prey too eager to destroy 
 
 Or heed Resistance or perceive a hurt, 
 So Muza, thrilling with delirious joy. 
 
 His charger reins and, like a feather'd dart, 
 The challenge of the first patrol defies 
 
 By furious onslaught with a cutting brand. 
 The one he strikes transpierced sinks and dies, 
 
 The otliers fail his fury to withstand. 
 Three Goths fall smitten, nine surround the Moor, 
 
 Who looks a demon risen from the flood 
 Of Xenil's bed that near by placid flows; 
 For more than man is he, they feel it sure, 
 
 A shape of steel that seems to have no blood, 
 And fighting weakens not but fiercer grows 
 Since none escape the lightning of his blows. 
 
 Which thick as hail reverberating fall, 
 
 And thither draw in haste the next patrol. 
 The stream behind, before him twenty-one, 
 
 Brave Muza holds the chafing throng at bay 
 And he who dares approach is overthrown, 
 
 The others flit around, as birds of prey. 
 Recoil as often as they near him draw 
 
 With terror freezing, for they see there dim, 
 Now magnified by Superstition's awe, 
 
 A monstrous form, defiant, mute and grim. 
 They try again and, failing, try once more 
 
 The spectral figure stabbing to unhorse, 
 But flee deterred, leaving as before 
 
150 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS, 
 
 Under the charger of the dreadful Moor 
 
 Many a comrade as a lifeless corse; 
 When on a sudden, follow'd by a page, 
 
 Bold Ponce de Leon on the night guards lights, 
 And heaps reproach on them who thus in rage 
 One man ungallantly in strife engage. 
 
 Being an act that Valor's lustre blights. 
 
 "It is a demon," they reply, "who fights." 
 
 *' And thou, brave Moor, whatever be thy name, 
 
 Since peace thy Sultan craves, which Spain accords, 
 Why seek in unbecoming prowess fame?" 
 
 Thus Ponce de Leon in unhostile word. 
 And Muza laughs the laugh of the insane, 
 
 The sentries backward reel with pale affright: 
 *' Not I did crave the favors of thy Spain, 
 
 And scorn thy courtesy, ungallant knight, 
 Who dost in craven slaves a wrong disdain 
 
 That brands with Infamy thy country's might, 
 And marks as Robbery thy Sovereign's gain, 
 
 Those trophies won in base unequal fight. 
 Thy record, Ponce de Leon, I know well, 
 
 Is one of blood, though varnish'd with false grace 
 That ill-becomes thy murderous deeds of hell. 
 
 As doth a pious mask the devil's face; 
 If thou beest more than yonder dastards round, 
 
 Prepare to shield the portions of thy frame. 
 Thy curs there perish'd smitten on the ground. 
 
 But unappeased Ambition frets for fame; 
 For bleeding tho' I am from many wounds 
 
THE FALL OF GRANADA. 151 
 
 I hunger for the Hon fond of prey, 
 Ungratified by slaying Christian hounds; 
 Stand Ponce de Leon, Muza thus defies 
 
 Thy bustling self, thou prone weak lives to slay; 
 Or Muza here or Ponce de Leon dies, 
 
 Retreat no pace, lest yonder cowards say : 
 Who calls thee Ponce de Leon should as prize 
 Receive a halter from the fiend of lies." 
 
 The bravest Spaniard answers with the deed, 
 
 The others watch intently how their knight 
 The Moor confronts, each couching on his steed 
 
 With deadly weapon pointed for the fight; 
 Some seconds pass, shrill Muza's charger neighs, 
 
 A distant echo shivers thro' the night, 
 When at the Moor the Goth with tempest flies. 
 Is met with spirit, wild the horses rear; 
 
 The Moslem bleeds, the Christian bleeds withal, 
 They part to breathe, both faint and hurt appear; 
 
 The Marquis fails a foeman to recall, 
 Who thus encounter'd him and thus repell'd, 
 
 Though many famous warriors in that war 
 In single combat he had fought and fell'd. 
 
 He Muza's equal never struck before, 
 So rock-like firm, so agile in his moves; 
 
 Still eying viciously the proud grandee, 
 His life is ebbing under many grooves 
 
 The hurtful steel cut of the enemy, — 
 As in the wilds a man may see by chance 
 
 The savage bull, on whom the herd relies, 
 
152 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Leap forth to check another herd's advance. 
 
 With lower'd head the adverse leader eyes, 
 Then with mad fury drives his fatal horn 
 
 Into the vitals of the madden'd brute 
 Till one prevails, the other, cut and torn, 
 
 To death defends the region in dispute, 
 So Ponce de Leon yells before he leaps 
 
 To strike at Muza with astounding force. 
 The weaken'd Moor he from his cliarger sweeps, 
 
 And in the charge himself slips from his horse. 
 Renewed the feud is waged breast to breast, 
 
 The Moslem wavers. Death runs thro' his veins; 
 His thrusts are aimless and, toward the river prest, 
 
 He backward sinks, his blood the river stains. 
 
 Brave Muza drowns submerged by his weight, 
 
 The night is dark, the Xenil's bank is steep, 
 His bleeding charger flies to tell his fate. 
 The sentries know him at Granada's gate; 
 
 His wounds they bandage, tenderly they keep 
 The noble steed henceforth endear'd to all, 
 Who saw in Muza's death Granada's fall; 
 
 But mostly to Almina, who each day 
 Before the sun descended sought the stall, 
 When near the warhorse in the waning ray 
 She prostrate for her Muza used to j)ray. 
 
BOOK VI. 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 Columbus at Scanta Fe. Fernando de T:davera spurns the con- 
 ditions on which the discoverer proposes to go upon his Quest, 
 and states his reasons. He is refuted by Columbus, who insists 
 that his terms be finally either accepted or rejected. The Bishop, 
 Talavera, receives a call from Torquemada. The Great Inquisitor 
 invokes Talavera's assistance to counteract the endeavors of the 
 Spanish Jews, one of whom was active at Court to avert by all 
 means the impending calamity of banishment. Torquemada's 
 views on the ancient race. Talavera replies evasively, alleging 
 his own embarrassment in regard to the infatuation of the Queen 
 with the projected Quest of Columbus. He promises, however, 
 to do all he can. His private view of. the Inquisitor. Abar- 
 banel makes his last appeal to the Rulers of Spain in behalf of 
 his people. The hesitancy of the royal couple is overcome by 
 Torquemada's bursting into their presence, crucifix in hand, 
 which he throws on a table, and warns them not to barter 
 away their Saviour as Judas had done. Abarbanel leaves the 
 Court, convinced that there wa.s no hope of preventing the ex- 
 pulsion. 
 
 When he of Tishbite Israel to raise 
 
 From Baal's altars, did on Carmel's height 
 
 Invoke with fervor God's consuming blaze 
 
 Astarte's priests with Heaven's wrath to smite, 
 
 And, fleeing Vengeance, lived on angel's food 
 Full forty days, till Horeb refuge gave, 
 Thence, call'd to action from his lonesome cave, 
 
 He first perceived a storm uproot the wood 
 
 And shake tlie rock, when fearful earthquake came ; 
 f]r).s) 
 
154 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 But not in these, the prophet understood, 
 
 Was God Himself, nor in that mystic flame 
 That swept the mountain with uproarious noise ; 
 
 He heard, when those convulsions pass'd away, 
 The Holiest Presence in the gentlest Voice, 
 
 And forward came to worship Him, and pray; 
 So ever in this w^orld the chosen seed 
 
 No tempest scatters, which uptears the rock. 
 Nor in man's annals is the blessed deed 
 
 Unrighteous Conquest or the battle's shock. 
 That feline Rage and Thirst which never stop 
 
 Till whelmed sink the shepherd and his flock, 
 The peasant's homestead and the farmer's crop. 
 Yea, in the sunshine, when the winds subside. 
 
 The balmy breezes fraught with life unborn 
 Along the valleys and the meadows glide 
 
 And strew the gifts of Amalthea's horn; 
 And as in Nature powers mild prevail, 
 So in the drama of the human tale. 
 
 The milder influences, like the dew, 
 Undoing evil wTought by Passion's gale, 
 
 The mind enlighten and the w^orld renew. 
 Extol, ye dupes, the conqueror and host, 
 
 Those men-wolves, w^ho this sacred star defile. 
 To things unheeded first we owe the most. 
 Were hitherto in densest error lost 
 
 But for that babe a girl drew from the Nile. 
 
 Thus even while Hispania feels supreme 
 And speaks of triumphs in elated strains, 
 
AT SANTA PE. 155 
 
 An humble man recounts to her his dream 
 
 Of promise full to multiply her gains. 
 High persons in his favor interfere, 
 
 The Prior, Juan Perez, paved his way, 
 Who by his pleadings won the queenly ear, 
 
 And sent Columbus straight to Santa Fe, 
 But as the thirsty pilgrim in the waste 
 
 The near mirage hunts of the distant lake 
 With parched lip the cooling wave to taste 
 
 And inly groans, aware of his mistake. 
 So, cross'd again of calculations dear, 
 
 Columbus rose to fly the proudest Court, 
 Where Fortune, never far nor ever near, 
 
 Made him the courtier's play, the jester's sport; 
 The wise appointed to consult his will 
 
 Reject unceremonious each advance; 
 Their envy hates to see a stranger fill 
 
 A higher office, he a man of Chance. 
 
 " Sefior," Fernando de Talavera cries 
 
 " Granada's Bishop now by Royal Grace, 
 I durst not for chimerical enterprise, 
 
 For windy promises such claims to raise, 
 Nor irreproachable I the Queen advise 
 
 The certain hazards of the Quest to face. 
 Unlimited dominion over lands, 
 
 A strong armada to explore the seas, 
 And profits such as but a Crown commands. 
 
 An eighth of all assumed discoveries. 
 With naught to lose and nauglit to guarantee 
 
15() THE QUEST OP COLUMBUS. 
 
 A fair return from an adventurous Quest, 
 Would peradventure tempt some bold grandee 
 
 Thus placed and armed to attempt his best 
 For wealth and titles next to Majesty ; 
 Besides, our Sovereigns and exalted Spain, 
 
 Now that the crescent from its height was hurl'd, 
 Can no repute by such adventures gain, 
 
 But move the laughter of the merjy world. 
 Enough the Queen, the outcome being vague, 
 
 Her treasure pledges to promote the scheme, 
 Which makes the cooler King the shoulder shrug 
 
 At the contagion of a baseless dream. 
 Slow to consent, lest the adventure fail 
 
 With loss and sorrow and attendant blame, 
 Like others who did likewise westward sail 
 
 And perish'd unadorned by the name 
 
 Of Royalty, which in itself is fame. — 
 You would no sovereign Lady's fairness leave. 
 
 Whom generous princes cheerfully obey. 
 Should you succeed, your fortune to retrieve, 
 
 Your efforts honor and your toil repay? 
 Our Catholic Majesties, the Moor may tell, 
 
 Hold promise sacred, whosoever bo 
 The subject favored, Jew or infidel, 
 
 And would unwritten, I presume, agree 
 To arm a force for the suggested Quest, 
 
 And, barring your unreasonable demands. 
 Yourself with unrestricted rights invest 
 
 O'er all the oceans travers'd, all the lands ; 
 Yet speak I this not by the King's behest 
 
AT SANTA FE. 157 
 
 Nor by the Queen's, who for advice depends, 
 Beside her lord, upon her ghostl}^ friends." 
 
 " I pray Your Eminence may rate me less 
 
 Presumptuous in the claim I humbly raise," 
 Columbus answers with reluctant stress, 
 
 " It is a brilliant chance which I embrace. 
 My visions dazzle me, I must confess, 
 
 Yet Christian charity should not abase 
 A lofty impulse which immodest seems ; 
 
 Unconscious Inspiration lifts the soul 
 Of bard and prophet to the highest themes, 
 
 And men of emprise toward the highest goal. 
 I risk not less in hazarding myself 
 
 Than any man who, fond of child and wife, 
 Of Love and Honor fonder than of pelf. 
 
 Endangers all, endangering his life ; 
 Inscrutable Providence denies the one 
 Such gifts as others need to hold their own. 
 The more I ponder over things below 
 
 The clearer seems the Providential plan 
 In my conception of the high and low ; 
 
 Those marks discriminating man from man 
 Are they of human fancy stamped here? 
 
 The noblest they, who sprung of titled line. 
 And they base-mettled born in humbler sphere? 
 
 Are souls inspired, instruments divine 
 
 Thro' wdiom irradiating virtues shine, 
 Men destined Heaven's light on earth to throw. 
 
 Thro' darkness breaking, hidden things to see, 
 
158 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Reveal a trutli to let it shine and grow, 
 Less honorable than prelate or grandee? 
 
 Ah, be it said, it is a world of shows — 
 Your Eminence forgive, my heart is sore — 
 
 A world of glitter, God Almighty knows, 
 With preference for toys, and evermore 
 
 Unripe in judgment tho' it older grows 
 
 In years; still unenlighten'd, slow to learn 
 The blessed lesson of the blessed Lord, 
 
 It ever doth for pomp and lucre yearn. 
 
 The weapon deeming mightier than the word, 
 The spirit's fire weaker than the sword. — 
 
 " No titles mine, no minions heed my nod, 
 Retainers follow not my gilded heel. 
 
 Yet, like the great, I am a child of God 
 
 And have, like them, by His Supremest Will 
 A task to do, a mission to fulfill. 
 
 Had hitherto the world been unredeemed 
 
 By him who, tho' untitled, felt and dreamed. 
 Redemption, as of yore, would surely come 
 Not from a castle, but some humble home. — 
 
 " Still uncurtail'd the costly prize I ask 
 For empire I now in prospect hold; 
 
 And where Hispania's risk ? Undone the task 
 I neither power seek, nor fame nor gold ; 
 
 But being done it might all risk ba worth, 
 It might be races lost in Error saved ; 
 
 It might be realms, it might be half t'lis earth, 
 
AT SANTA FE. 159 
 
 It might be lioards no Christian ruler craved ; 
 And not, ere proof and fact the truth attest, 
 
 That mighty empires and wealtli be there. 
 Not ere I hither ward bring from the "West 
 Of what that hemisphere produces best. 
 
 Shall I presume to claim my earned share. 
 And furthermore, if outlay count for aught, 
 
 I bear an eighth of all the costs and fees. 
 And, by the rule all things are sold and bought. 
 
 An eighth be mine of all discoveries. 
 
 " Viceregal rule Hispania may well 
 
 Accord for kingdoms offer'd at her feet, 
 
 Subdued unwasted, conquer'd by the spell 
 Of hundred mariners, a nameless fleet, 
 
 While of her hazards there remains to tell ; 
 
 Three vessels lost would make her whole defeat. — 
 
 " To have the Royal Seal confirm my right 
 Implies, Your Eminence, no base Distrust, 
 For monarchs change, and things that are to last 
 
 Are safer settled written black on white. — 
 
 Be this the end of pleadings long unweighed, 
 Spain owes me years unprofitably gone. 
 
 Her sanguine wars the answer oft delayed, 
 And oft delayers, wdio surround her Throne. 
 
 I am resolved, should 1 yet hear this day 
 The word that gives no expectation hope, 
 
 I should no hour, no, should no moment stay 
 But hurry elsewhere, sure of ample scope 
 
160 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 To see a twelvemonth hence dimes far away 
 With golden promise of a blessed sway." 
 
 Columbus closes with an inward sigh 
 
 The ^Prelate answers : " You shall hear from Court ; 
 The princely titles, which your claims imply, 
 
 With these my colleagues I shall straight report 
 To her who may with your demands comply 
 
 If she be fond of risk and costly sport." 
 The Genoese withdraws, the Bishop sneers. 
 
 Derision spreads to every face and look ; 
 His haughty scorn is shared by his compeers 
 
 Who can the stranger's arrogance not brook : 
 
 " This be a modest suitor," said the priest, 
 "A flowery talker with a knack to fool 
 
 Such as hunt Fortune in a sea of mist; 
 He should be glad some empire to rule 
 
 If not as king, then as Viceroy at least ; 
 And we are named the lazar's cue to pull 
 With all the show of solemn ridicule, 
 
 Lest unadmired he might run away 
 
 And give some dupe his lunar world to sway. 
 
 Who is that man, whose voice should have a ring 
 
 To ears of Majesty and men of state? 
 
 Why should a Court his vagaries debate? 
 I see as much in him as does the King, 
 
 But fools are there, who of his mania prate 
 
 To our good Queen, who, womanly elate, 
 
 Undue attention to the venture gives. 
 
AT SANTA FE. 161 
 
 Still wavering she doubts her reason's light, 
 She doubts lier doubt, and doubts what she believes, 
 
 Feeding unwarned those illusions bright 
 By that adventurer's discourse misled, 
 Who like a boy recites the tales he read. 
 The Queen shall hear me unabash'd 2:)rotest, 
 
 And if she heed no warning, no advice, 
 Our zeal is justified, our sense exprest ; 
 
 We wash our hands of this mad enterprise." 
 
 Agreed they part but at the outer door 
 
 Fernando de Talavera gravely bows 
 
 Before a monk of overclouded brows 
 And thus accosts the Great Inquisitor : 
 " Your Eminence unguarded, not a spear 
 
 To ward off Danger ever at your heel ! 
 What potent cause leads Torquemada here ? 
 
 Walk in, walk in, and do your mind reveal. 
 If aught of sacred interest it be 
 
 You have at heart, command if serve I may ; 
 You meet me bound for Court the Queen to see, 
 
 Yet have I time for you, step in I pray." 
 
 As in the fable stork and fox indulge, 
 Unhearty courtesies their deeds divulge, 
 
 So Talavera and his visitant 
 A frigid envy hide behind the flow 
 Of honeyed speech they insincere know 
 
 Each other doubting, both on mischief bent. 
 " I need no guards where IMajosty is near," 
 
1G2 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Speaks Torquemada in a solemn tone, 
 " The Lord, his Son, and Satan's wiles I fear ; 
 
 Assassination shuns Hispania's Throne ; 
 Ay, Satan's wiles, may Talavera hear, 
 
 To thwart is more than I can do alone ; 
 Wherefore I seek your help, appointed well 
 
 Granada's Bishop, high in favor now. 
 To pledge the might by whom the crescent fell 
 
 By Heaven's Justice and His Lamb to vow 
 To scorn the profits which to Spain accrue 
 From shelter given to the cursed Jew. 
 
 " Or now or never, — for the iron glows 
 
 And beaten timely, must insure success, — 
 A chance unused sometimes forever goes ; 
 
 You do our Monarch's confidence possess. 
 Assist, Senor, to strike the Saviour's foes 
 
 And spare the Church, and spare the State distress. 
 For undermining Christian faith, the seed 
 
 Of Abraham, unground, still blossoms free ; 
 That baneful remnant will at last succeed 
 
 In hurting all, as Plague and Leprosy. 
 To them the Kings for moneys must appeal. 
 
 To them the powerful must bend for aid ; 
 The gold is theirs and theirs the art to heal ; 
 
 Ensnared the Christian courts the Jewish maid ; 
 The Goth of noble blood, in combat brave. 
 
 Sees aliens rooted in his conquer'd soil. 
 Himself impoverish 'd, with none to save 
 
 Him, left unholpen for the Hebrew's spoil. 
 
AT SANTA FE. 163 
 
 I often moved the King to move the Jew 
 
 Toward Heaven or Hell, as he himself may choose^ 
 But move he shall ; I did my suit renew 
 Before their Majesties with urgence due. 
 
 The tribes of Judah feel their ground is loose 
 
 And palms are gilded with their gold profuse. 
 Tho' none that pest hath dared yet to disprove, 
 
 As I proceeded to uproot the foe, 
 I felt a counter step to every move, 
 
 A counter-current running deep below 
 Of gold, I doubted not ; the devil knows 
 To buy the weakest of his pliant foes. — 
 You know the Jew of whom his race is proud, 
 
 The son of Mammon whom the great obey, 
 Don Isaac Abarbanel with prayers loud 
 
 And bags of coin arrived at Santa Fe ; 
 And sure enough, he hath not long to wait 
 
 In private audience King and Queen to meet ; 
 Great friends hath he, all pillars of our State, 
 
 Who for a favor Christ laid at liis feet. 
 
 " How great God's Mercy, great the Son He sent 
 
 To such a world, so steep'd in sin and vice ! 
 If I were He I had the mountains rent, 
 
 In fire-clouds I made the oceans rise. 
 One dome of blaze I made the firmament. 
 
 Till all is hell, except the highest skies. 
 Where I reserved some undisturbed bay 
 
 For pious Christians, who tlieir sins confess ; 
 I gloried Heaven by one auto-da-fe, 
 
164 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Consuming Guilt, destroying Wickedness. 
 Five thousand heretics I on the pyre 
 Saw bound and gagg'd in agonies expire, 
 Beside the throngs consumed at the stake 
 
 Of twenty cities, who the hydra burn ; 
 But, as if demons from the ashes wake, 
 
 New reprobates arise at every turn, 
 The helhsh work renewing we begin. 
 Yet find unconquer'd the domain of Sin. 
 
 " Temptation is the cause, who will deny? 
 
 Temptation man from Eden's bowers drove, 
 Temptation madden'd Lucifer in the sky 
 
 When, led astray, he 'gainst Almighty strove ; 
 Temptation Judas caused to sell our Lord, 
 
 Temptation hates the Christian good and true ; 
 Temptation A'^irtue stabs with hidden sword. 
 
 Temptation, Talavera, is the Jew ; 
 The Jew, the tempter, in his wiles behold. 
 The deviFs angler with a hook of gold. 
 
 Behold him there, a tempting bait in hand, 
 
 To catch the Sovereigns of this Christian landl 
 No blame be mine if he unhurt remain, 
 
 A chronic sore a holier age will rue, 
 I strive, a minister of Rome and Spain, 
 
 But wdio may infidels with faith imbue ? 
 
 Who thirst for wealth or love of pomp subdue?- 
 
 " To-day, I am aware, the King and Queen 
 Don Isaac's bribe will balance with his plea, 
 
AT SANTA FE. 165 
 
 And Satan may liis glossy harvest glean, 
 
 The Jew outbid the Church and Holy See; 
 But Christ will Torquemada help accord 
 
 And I shall do what I as monk must do 
 For dear Salvation and our blessed Lord, 
 
 And if I fail, I fail a Christian true 
 Unbribed, uncorrupt, at war with Sin ; 
 
 I shall not die my Saviour's blood unpaid. 
 Who ransom 'd me, and shall my triumph win, 
 
 Or will with martyrs be a martyr laid 
 Till Doomsday's trump awakes me to begin 
 
 The saint's career in robes of radiance made; 
 
 Will Talavera Torquemada aid?" 
 
 The Bishop shudders, thro' his body run 
 
 Those cooler currents of a ghostly awe 
 That in the haunted desert steals upon 
 
 The wanderer as moon and stars withdraw 
 Behind portentous clouds, which thicken fast, 
 
 The voiceless dark unbroken by a stir 
 Of living creature or a passing gust. 
 
 When, like a load, oppressive weighs the air. 
 Then, as one lighting on a person feared, 
 
 Accosted, answers, anxious to retreat. 
 So Talavera quick his pathway cleared 
 
 By making offer at the Court to meet. 
 
 And: "Power of the Church," the Bishop says, 
 
 " A useless help you seek, 3'ourself so wise, 
 Of Rome's high Pontiff holding all the ways 
 
166 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 On earth to Peace, in heaven to Paradise. 
 Archbishop tho' my province is Ijut small, 
 
 And small my influence beside your own; 
 By your decree the fallen deeper fall, 
 
 A mighty voice but second to the Throne. 
 Would Heaven I had such holy work on hand 
 
 I fain would join your sky-approv'd crusade, 
 But I to foil a scheme must have a friend, 
 
 A serious menace with good help invade; 
 That misty scheme of an infatuate brain, 
 
 A visionary's madness all in all, 
 The wdtling's jest, the wiser man's disdain, 
 
 Raving, as Islam's fool, they santon call, 
 Unsparing like the cuckoo in refrain. 
 
 " Who, knowing Isabella's piercing eye, 
 Would think it likely, that a Genoese 
 
 Could make her sounder sense on dreams rely, 
 And see the phantom sights that dreamer sees, 
 Who builds on stories good for nurseries? 
 
 Yet in his claims and clamors mighty large 
 That braggart swells of undiscover'd lands. 
 
 And Talavera holds in trust the fudge — 
 
 An honor Torquemada may not grudge — 
 The message likewise which Columbus sends 
 
 To King and Queen; for I am to be judge: 
 
 Whether unclaimed kingdoms in the sea 
 
 Were now mature for his discovery; 
 Which, to be open, I could just as soon 
 Say who the man be looking from the moon, 
 
AT SANTA FE. 167 
 
 As, being asked, tell our gracious Queen 
 What nor myself nor any one had seen. 
 Such be my task, yet help me God as I 
 
 Will help the better side as good I may, 
 To make the infidel Iberia fly 
 
 Or be the pyre's unredeemed prey." 
 
 " So be it, Talavera, be it done 
 
 At once; for at this hour I apprehend 
 The Jew importunates the lenient Throne 
 
 With tempting artifice and, gold in hand, 
 
 Like Satan frustrate may our holier end, 
 The Godhead scorning and His only Son, 
 And make the Church for Hebrew guilt atone. 
 AVhole-hearted Advocacy we require. 
 
 The Jew Hispania shall of Sin relieve. 
 Or be the fuel of the smoking pyre, 
 
 If, being baptized, he the Lord deceive." 
 As child who teacher, desk and school-room hates, 
 
 The master's going sees and breathes light. 
 So Talavera but an instant waits 
 
 Till Torquemada passeth out of sight. 
 When, drawing breath, he thus liis latent spleen 
 
 Gives vent against the grim Inquisitor 
 Who, too much countenanced by King and Queen, 
 
 His milder counsels ofttimes overbore. 
 
 " I know thee, black tormentor, know thy greed 
 
 Insatiate, thou worse than Jew and less than man ; 
 A dragon's shape hides thy monastic weed 
 
1Q8 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 AVith sting to poison whom it poison can; 
 The gentler methods of a gentle creed, 
 
 The Saviour's meekness, God's unbounded Grace, 
 That sweet emotions in the bosom breed. 
 And are in essence our Messiah's creed, 
 
 To thee are foreign, bound to ruin a race 
 
 Tliat bears the traits of the Redeemer's face. 
 The Jew's distress would Christian faith increase ! 
 
 Ay, aftertimes will give the Church the lie, 
 Who flays the Jew to get his golden fleece. 
 
 And plays the game the spider plays and fly. 
 But who dare utter truth ! The Queen is blind 
 
 And heeds the message of the Holy See; 
 In childhood Torquemada warp'd her mind. 
 
 And, as to profit, Church and State agree, 
 
 But freer than my tongue my soul shall be." 
 
 Scarce hundred paces distant from the place, 
 
 Where tilings of moment are thus plann'd and said, 
 Witli palpitating heart Don Isaac prays 
 To move the sympathies of Royal Grace ; 
 
 The Rulers listen, the appeal is made 
 In Mercy's name; they watch the pleader's face 
 Themselves alone, for, save the King and Queen, 
 And he that pleads, none other views the scene. 
 
 "You heard, Sehor, what State and Church demand; 
 
 Free leave be yours to. speak," the King began; 
 "Your people hold their destiny in hand. 
 
 ' They shall accept the Saviour of man,' 
 
AT SANTA FE. 169 
 
 The Pontiff bids, and sucli is our command, 
 Or wander hence. Tho' unproclaim'd the ban 
 
 Your people's sojourn short is in this land; 
 
 In vain we hesitate, the tide runs high, 
 
 Against your race the strongest currents flow; 
 
 For victories beholden to the Sky 
 
 We bounden feel to let His Kingdom grow." 
 
 "His Kingdom, Majesties, of Justice pure, 
 
 Of Love and Peace as His true Word proclaims, 
 Could Wisdom man of all his errors cure, 
 
 Would shine on earth as it from Azure flames; 
 But Love and Peace with Justice dwell alone 
 
 Among the spiritual hosts above 
 Beneath Almighty's empyreal Throne, 
 
 We neither Peace meet here below, nor Love. 
 Yea, frail the race and thoughtless, cruel, too, 
 
 The son of dust, ungrateful, fond of gain, 
 Else wiser ends on earth he would pursue. 
 With wiser sentiments his child imbue. 
 
 And, godlike dower'd, godlike here would reign. 
 
 Diminish Sorrow, soothe a brother's pain, 
 In lieu of striking w^ounds which never heal. 
 
 Or sowing WTong to reap in later years, 
 Beside the shame impartial times reveal, 
 
 The evil harvest evil-doing bears. 
 
 "They grossly err'd, who, by Conjecture led 
 
 And, unillumined by the Clearest Light, 
 In lower creatures reverenced the dead,. 
 
170 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 While men fell victims, taken in the fight; 
 But since the Faith of Love a world proclaims; 
 
 Since Moloch thirsts no more for infant's brood ; 
 Since Horeb trembled, Carmel saw the flames 
 
 Of God Himself confirming what is good ; 
 Since Revelation Vice and Virtue names 
 
 How can be Truth, how God misunderstood? 
 Ay, even the brute, our olden Laws enjoin, 
 
 Be unmolested, suffer no distress, 
 And less than this should brood of human loin 
 
 The stings experience of man's heartlessness ; 
 But justify who may unjust decrees 
 
 With evil fraught for myriads joure in faith, 
 Unfaltering in whelming miseries. 
 
 Uncompromising, unappall'd by Death? 
 
 " Of those great races Providence ordained 
 
 The uninspired bulk of man to raise 
 Above such dark misdeeds as often stained 
 The human records, each and all have gained 
 
 An honor'd station and a share of praise ; 
 Immortal monuments the nations guard 
 
 With jealous pride unblamable in them. 
 Who find in Truth a people's bright reward, 
 
 Li works of peace a kingdom's diadem, 
 
 ''Among the nations gloriest the race. 
 Who early foremost in Almighty's plan, 
 
 Throughout this earth the human spirit sways. 
 Sole-ruling- since the infancy of man, 
 
AT SANTA FE. 171 
 
 Sole-ruling still wherever mankind prays 
 The God of Sinai, yea, deny who can. 
 
 Rome burn'd the Ark, our Sacred Law therein 
 Outlived Rome and lives in million arks, 
 
 Before Your Throne pleads one of David's kin 
 
 A kindly feeling for a race to win, 
 
 The raartyr'd children of the patriarchs ; 
 
 If Judah sinn'd, how great must be his sin ! 
 
 "When visitations dark, from heavens pour, 
 
 When man encounters Famine or Disease, 
 Devouring floods or flames which burst and roar ; 
 
 When Danger threatens large communities, 
 Man's faith uproused sees in every ill 
 
 A hidden purpose with some end in store 
 And bows submissive to the Highest Will, 
 
 Who hath a balm for every mortal sore; 
 None question powers who no answer give : 
 
 ' So must it be and so it be,' we say ; 
 All happens for our best, we do believe, 
 
 And, plung'd in grief, we bend in awe and pray ■, 
 Not thus ungrumbling man affliction takes 
 
 From human hand and, feeble tho' his cry 
 It in the heavens fearful echoes wakes, 
 
 Where weeping angels rue his misery 
 And, ever-ringing, chain and tyrant breaks, 
 
 For Justice, throning watchful in the sky, 
 Almighty's Mercy with Compassion shakes ; 
 
 Impugned there who will not answer : why 
 
 He revel'd here in human agonv? 
 
172 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Why torture Judah, Sire, who named his guilt ? 
 
 Why harass Joseph, scare Jeshurun's peace. 
 Who, God proclaiming. His first Temple built, 
 
 Requited thus with woes and agonies? 
 Why from his native soil the Jew expel 
 
 Who skyward prayer sends for King and Queen ? 
 Unnamed his wrong, Your Majesties know well. 
 
 Unsound the temper of unholy spleen, 
 The spleen that boils and makes the bosom swell 
 With fetid scum, like a pestiferous well, 
 
 " Ere Goth set foot upon Iberian soil. 
 
 When Solomon's fleet from Opliir treasure brought, 
 Ere Carthage fell, ere Spain was Roman spoil, 
 
 Ere Gracchus' host the Celtiberi fought ; 
 When shij)s of Tyre hoards from Tarshish bore, 
 
 Judean venture sought a wider sphere. 
 Our vessels landed on Iberia's shore, 
 
 And ever-after Jews are settled here. 
 Now, threaten'd in possessions dear to man. 
 
 We dread the horrors which the homeless know ; 
 Ay, worse than death is the impending ban, 
 
 The edict issued, whither shall we go ? 
 
 " Hoar tombstones mark the ashes of our dead, 
 The infant dreams where once the parent lay, 
 
 Who long ago was by a mother fed, 
 Herself the darling of a sire gray 
 
 An earlier father with affection bred; 
 How, being grateful, loving Honor may 
 
AT SAXTA FE. 173 
 
 A loving son an ancestry betray ? 
 Shall Treason save us from a dire fate ? 
 
 Will base Desertion satisfy our foes? 
 Will nothing less allay the Pontiff's hate, 
 No lesser sacrifice appease the State 
 
 Than Jewish faithlessness or Jewish woes ? 
 
 " No holy water, no, nor fire can 
 
 Make of the loyal Jew a Christian man ; 
 
 This truth, O Monarchs, hundred dungeons tell 
 
 Where baptized Jews in horrid torments shake, 
 Sustaining tortures of a living hell 
 
 To die as Jews, deliver'd to the stake ; 
 For Hebrews will the Only God confess 
 
 Despite of thumbscrews and of glowing rods 
 And frustrate tyrants like Epiphanes, 
 
 And suffer outrage for their God of gods. 
 If thousand swords this day by royal will, 
 
 Instead of Banishment suspended now, 
 Were drawn unmerciful our blood to spill, 
 
 No truthful Jew before the cross would bow ; 
 No, loyal Judah will the King obey, 
 
 A humble subject to his Ruler's Throne, 
 Will nor his Monarch nor his God betray, 
 
 Unswerving Fealty is the Jew's alone. 
 
 "And can a virtue sovereign minds revere. 
 The highest theme of all the leading schools, 
 
 As gravitation ruling every sphere 
 Above, below, as far as Virtue rules. 
 
174 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 A stigma turn to hurt a people's fame, 
 
 The lower passions of chivalrous Spain 
 With nameless hatred 'gainst a race inflame, 
 
 Must Faith unshaken, Fealty prove our bane? 
 The world in Faith is rooted; State and Crown 
 
 Call faith Allegiance; Treason Faith deceives ; 
 In intercourse the nations count upon 
 
 Each other's faith; the youth the maid believes, 
 The spouse her mate ; the prophets faith demand ; 
 
 The priest enjoins faith; nor need they prove 
 To such as hope and such as have a friend. 
 And such as woo the maiden's heart and hand. 
 
 That, since this breathing world from Darkness hove,. 
 
 It stood by Faith ; for Faith is Trust and Love. 
 Our faith is perfect, God is ever just, 
 
 Our hope is great, the golden rule is ours; 
 That man may Godward rise we pray, and trust, 
 
 He will, who now his brother-man devours. 
 God's children we to whom this earth is given, 
 
 A heritage none right hath to dispute. 
 For all His blessing flow from earth and heaven, 
 
 For all, great Sovereigns, even for the brute. 
 
 " May Justice rule before the wrong is done 
 Late generations will recall with pain ; 
 
 May Mercy sway, may Grace shine from this Throne 
 Of laurel-crowned, high-exalted Spain. 
 
 0, tears and blood will flow if prayers fail. 
 Your Majesties are loving, are beloved ; 
 
 I hear in spirit thousand mothers wail. 
 
AT SANTA FE. 175 
 
 The ban their babies slew your seal approved; 
 The ban like Pestilence will masses slay, 
 
 Will strike as lightning Innocence and Age; 
 Ah, whither fly, grim foes an ambush lay 
 
 And Murder lurks for victims in a rage? 
 
 " But for exalted Rule enthroned in awe — 
 
 A faint reflex of Majesty Divine — 
 Unsafe were Justice, unavailing Law, 
 
 Who unabash'd the rights of man define; 
 God crowns the monarch to sustain the weak, 
 
 To right the wrongs of such as weeping kneel, 
 Before the Throne with trust protection seek. 
 
 As I, my Sovereigns, to your hearts appeal. 
 Protect us, Princes, prostrate I beseech, 
 
 Protect the helpless infant from Distress, 
 The cries of myriads will Almighty reach, 
 
 The moans of Childhood sunk in wretchedness. 
 Who will not overrun the outlaw'd Jew? 
 
 Ah, hear me yet before the Furies rise. 
 
 Before to evil tongues you sacrifice 
 Unguilty myriads who with homage due. 
 
 Reposing confidence in Rulers wise. 
 Thro' me a loyal gift with love convey, 
 A ransom free the threatening ban to stay. — 
 
 Here, thirty thousand ducats. King, ask more. 
 If gold be needed charges to defray 
 
 Incurred by the outlays of the war. 
 And shield the sinless babe, let Age escape 
 
 The horrors of a homeless death; yea spare 
 
176 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The mother madness and the daughter rape; 
 Deal justly with a people who thus bear 
 Of all sublunar woes the greater share. 
 
 Our Guardian slumbers not and He will hear 
 
 Our cries of anguish, count each sigh and tear. 
 
 Relent, relent, deny the Royal Seal 
 
 To injure Faith, a Crown's divinest gem, — 
 The tide of Hatred and Injustice stem; 
 
 Relent, Spain, forbear thy sons to deal 
 The mortal blow Rome dealt Jerusalem." 
 
 Unequal promptings move the Royal Pair, 
 
 Both ponder over the impending shame; 
 The Hebrew's ducats are the King's first care, 
 
 The gold, the gold, which fann'd the pyre's flame; 
 A nobler impulse rules the nobler Queen, 
 
 Who dreads the cruelty she trembling sees 
 And, ever tending toward the weak to lean. 
 
 Recoils with fear from flagrant outrages. 
 As pale as Death Abarbanel awaits 
 
 The Royal Pleasure, but no one replies; 
 The King and Queen are mute as are the Fates, 
 
 A spreading tear he dashes from his eyes. 
 
 Now sudden, as a bomb which bursts and flies 
 To distant quarters, frightening all around; 
 
 Or as a mine sprung on a foe, who tries 
 To countermine Destruction underground, 
 
 So wrath-enkindled Torquemada broke 
 Into the presence of the King and Queen 
 
AT SANTA FE. 177 
 
 And, crucifix in hand, he sharply spoke 
 In pungent wording with sardonic mien: 
 
 "Here, take him, Sovereigns, sell our Lord again, 
 
 Whom Judas once for thirty pieces sold; 
 The devil triumph over Christian Spain, 
 
 The Christ for silver sold, ye sell for gold; 
 Betray the Crucified and please the Jew, 
 
 Perchance the shining sun will turn as pale 
 As when his pallor smote Iscariot's view; 
 
 The world shall hear our Master is for sale." 
 
 As when a blazing flash from Azure breaks, 
 
 Benumbing strikes and leaves a sense of awe, 
 So Torquemada's wrath cold horror wakes 
 
 In King and Queen, Mdio straight abash'd withdraw; 
 For there before them, pinion'd to the rood 
 
 The worship'd image left distorted lay; 
 The thunder struck, the Hebrew understood. 
 
 Who fled the Court, a picture of dismay. 
 
BOOK VII. 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 In an interview with Isabella Talavera declaims against the 
 projected Quest by Columbus, declaring it to be an adventure 
 unworthy of royal sanction and patronage. The Queen's irreso- 
 lution yields to the Bishop's persistent opposition, whose will is 
 Buffered to prevail over that of anyone else to the discomfiture 
 of Columbus, who, recognizing in this result the adverse mind of 
 Talavera, leaves Santa Fe full of bitter disappointment. His de- 
 parture induces his friends, Quintanilla and St. Angel, to inter- 
 pose emphatically in favor of the Quest, presenting the grave 
 error to the Queen of losing such a splendid opportunity for ag- 
 grandizement as is afforded by the proposed expedition to the 
 West. In this they are warmly seconded by the court lady. 
 Dona Beatrix, who speaks in high words of the Quest and the 
 man who harbors such lofty ideas and feelings. Isabella is fa- 
 vorably affected by the enthusiasm of the pleaders. St. Angel 
 offers a loan to defray the expenses of the exploit, and a courier 
 is sent to overtake Columbus and bring him before the Queen. 
 Meantime the Queen informs the King of her resolution to stand 
 all the hazards of the enterprise, to which Ferdinand would not 
 listen, insisting on Aragon's duty to share all the risks of Castile. 
 A scene of marital affection follows. Columbus returns to the 
 city and is received in an audience by the Sovereigns. He is 
 formally invested with power and authority to enter upon his 
 Quest in the name and for the benefit of Spain. 
 
 That self-same morrow Talavera sought 
 The Queen's attention, eager to declaim 
 
 Against the inspiration she had caught 
 Of that intruder, who was much to blame. 
 
 The Bishop thought, " intemperate to press 
 For speedy action, when the step implies 
 
 Your full support as queenly patroness 
 
 (179) 
 
ISO THE QUEST OP COLUMBUS. 
 
 And with it risks and costly sacrifice. 
 Monarchal powers, nothing less would be 
 
 Accept as meed for tales he glibly tells ; 
 Viceregal lordship over land and sea, 
 
 Dynastic heritage, and all that swells 
 Imperial bosoms heaving on a Throne, 
 
 Unhesitating he considers these 
 
 His rightful due for such discoveries 
 As are for him reserved, for him alone, 
 He bluntly clamors in a boastful tone. 
 
 " My judgment disapproves adventures new, 
 
 As airy castles cheating eye and sense, 
 I am for Caution with the cautious few 
 
 Who scorn unreal glittering pretense. 
 And rather should a doubtful loss review 
 
 Than overhasty trust a doubtful chance. 
 Let vassals blunder, let the base-born fall 
 
 In estimation of their like ; who cares ? 
 But let the Ruler on liis pedestal 
 
 Beware of Error, since a nation shares 
 The Monarch's folly, who can ill-sustain 
 The subject's laughter, or a world's disdain. 
 
 " Forgive this frankness, Queen, the heart inspires 
 The lip with candor ; Conscience stifles fear ; 
 
 We praise Devotion, yet she often tires 
 When adverse to some preconception dear. 
 
 Convey Your pleasure, gracious Majesty, 
 Procrastination must this morning cease ; 
 
AT SANTA FE. 181 
 
 A fleet with powers over land and sea 
 
 And royal titles Vanity to please, 
 He claims for his assumed discovery ; 
 
 Naught less will satisfy the Genoese." 
 
 And Isabella in a painful mood : 
 
 " O, for a convent in the lonesome heights, 
 Or for a hermitage in Solitude, 
 
 From worldly Turmoil far, that hourly blights 
 The godlier quality of Womanhood 
 Unmeant for usages as coarse and rough 
 
 As War and Conquest and aifairs of State ; 
 What ruler, Lord, what queen is wise enough 
 
 To rule a nation, shape a people's fate ! 
 The soul is full of tremor and distaste, 
 
 Of doubt in self and those who give advice ; 
 
 Who, being frail, may in presumption rise 
 To solve great problems, solve them in a haste 
 Unerring? who, Senor, among the wise 
 
 And holy men could thus on self rely — 
 And I Your Eminence herein comprise — 
 
 In graver emprise prompted from On High ? 
 
 " Well said and true, but perfect men should reign, 
 Alas ! how rare the phoenix in demand ! 
 
 Not more than men are kings in heart and brain, 
 Tho' godlike powers lie within their hand ; 
 
 Yet, being Queen, my lot is to decree ; 
 
 What shall I say ? Your judgment shall prevail. — 
 
 This morn will linger in my memory, 
 
182 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Methinks T hear a people's curse and wail. 
 Who knows, who knows if righteous it be, 
 
 If God approves such injury to man ! 
 It was the mandate of the Holy See, 
 
 The Pontiif urged us to sign the ban ; 
 I see the evil, Torquemada sees 
 Vast blessings spring from Jewish miseries. — ■ 
 He had his will ; Yours be the right to use 
 
 Your better light, and send the man reply ; 
 Too many cares my feeble head confuse, 
 
 Archbishop you, an erring woman I ; 
 
 It is but meet that we on you rely." 
 
 " The Lord enlighten me," the Bishop said ; 
 
 " My taste is dull for venturesome designs. 
 You have for Greatness good foundation laid. 
 
 Resources great are Spain's and precious mines ; 
 A field of conquest waits on Afric's shore. 
 
 And Europe, never-settled, open stands 
 With tempting chances for successful war. 
 
 Why send a fleet in quest of fabled lands? 
 Twelve cycles roll'd since God made earth and sky, 
 
 Great men have risen, sages passed away 
 Bequeathing wisdom how to live and die ; 
 . In Holy Writ the prophets nothing say 
 Of tribes or kingdoms sunder'd from the rest 
 
 Of human kind ; would not the records tell. 
 If true it were that races toward the West 
 
 The waters travers'd there thenceforth to dwell? 
 Like Death, the AVest hath never render'd back 
 
AT SANTA FE, 183 
 
 The daring mariner who sought the vast, 
 And he was lost who follow'd in his track, 
 
 And like the first engulfed is the last. 
 Abysses yawn, and whirlpools break that sea, 
 
 Prodigious monsters, huge as isles afloat. 
 And hollow noises, shapes of Mystery 
 
 Confound and whelm the hardy argonaut, 
 "Who, unappalled, presumes to lift the veil 
 
 Kind Heaven threw upon those regions drear. 
 Which are the burden of the seaman's tale 
 
 And chill one's marrow with well-founded fear. 
 
 " Shall Royalty Ambition's madness grace 
 And Spain be sponsor to an errant fool. 
 
 Who vagrant, half informed, has the face 
 To ask for vagaries viceregal rule ? 
 
 Howbeit, if I err my soul is free. 
 The man of Genoa do what he may, 
 Depart at once, or still intruding stay ; 
 
 To give him leave to go Your Majesty 
 Empowers me, and he may go to-day, 
 And go he shall, if I the word may say." 
 
 A queenly nod the Bishop gratified 
 
 Who, jealous since fierce Torquemada won 
 
 His baneful end, the Genoese replied 
 In hottest hurry and unsoothing tone, 
 
 A tone that hurt and hurting still defied 
 
 And stung the victim from behind the Throne. 
 
 O, cruel dealing this a monster may 
 
184 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 In brutal malice or in sj)ort display, 
 But man of woman born, divine in soul, 
 
 A heart within, a conscience that reproves 
 Inhuman action causing woe and dole, 
 
 Why sting a being of the God who loves 
 All beings equal, sting and watch the pain 
 The poison breeds, inflaming every vein? 
 
 As one suspecting an ambiguous friend 
 
 And, finding more than dark Suspicion guess'd, 
 Doth Faith and Friendship with Dishonor brand, 
 
 And wrathful raves, in head and heart oppress'd, 
 So did Columbus, when the message came 
 
 With leave to part and hints unwonted mean, 
 A hateful anger feel his heart inflame ; 
 
 Sharp was his censure of the heartless Queen 
 With whom he coupled Talavera's name, 
 
 An artful priest, a bosom full of spleen. 
 And as a youth betray'd by her he thought 
 
 The truest bosom for his head to rest, 
 He in his bitterness such solace sought 
 
 As at the moment he assumed his best; 
 For, overseething with unvented wrath, 
 
 He, as a l)oiler with no outlet free. 
 Or, as a man who, choking, gasps for breath, 
 
 To void his heart rush'd forth for company 
 But in the doorway met his best of hosts, 
 
 A steadfast friend and honor'd high at Court; 
 He, Qumtanilla, who computes the costs 
 
 The Crown sustains and yearly makes report. 
 
AT SANTA FE. 185 
 
 "Bad news, Seiior? I read it in your mien, 
 
 As bleached linen pale, bad news I see ; 
 Your trembling hand holds tidings from the Queen ; 
 
 Yet why thus down? what must be, friend, will be." 
 This Quintanilla to Columbus says 
 
 With soothing kindness Grievance to appease, 
 "While he himself anxiety betrays, 
 
 And shares the sorrow of the Genoese, 
 Who, as one stabbed to his heart, his eyes 
 
 Half-broken turns in unexpress'd appeal 
 First to his friend, then upward to the skies, 
 
 Ere thus his words a pungent mood reveal. 
 
 " Read this and judge if I have cause to grieve 
 
 And fume indignant at repeated wrong ; 
 Thus twice deceived, hereafter whom believe, 
 
 Who sees man's heart, if traitorous his tongue? 
 The years I lost no monarch can restore. 
 
 The longest life is but a fleeting span ; 
 The day that goes returneth nevermore. 
 
 And in my age I lost all faith in man. 
 No truth, no pity, Selfishness around, 
 
 The priest enjoins duties he neglects ; 
 If Christian love be not a hollow sound. 
 
 It confirmation needs, and where the facts? 
 Why hunt for wonders and for martyrs hoar 
 
 For hellish pangs inflicted on the soul. 
 Of Innocence that persecution bore ? 
 
 The waves of woe extend from pole to pole ; 
 And heroes, love-deserted as of yore, 
 
186 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 See days and seasons come and pass in dole. 
 The sage of Greece who poison took and died, 
 
 That one whom Vandals flayed in frenzied mood ; 
 The saints undone, the prophets crucified. 
 
 Were not the last transfixed on the rood ; 
 No ! agonies there be which long endure 
 
 And burn within, an ever-living flame ; 
 Such pains are mine I vainly hoped to cure ; 
 
 I trusted Spain and am myself to blame. 
 Senor, I am a Christian blood and brain. 
 
 And all the instincts of my being yearn 
 
 The mystic doctrine of our faith to learn, 
 Yet can a Bishop I and i^riest disdain, 
 Who thus unpriestly, perched on his hat, 
 
 Sweet Charity offends a priest should show, 
 Who wears the blessed cross as amulet 
 
 To awe the ignorant and fool the low. — 
 Between these lines you Talavera trace. 
 
 My adversary he, it is too clear; 
 And him, you know, the docile Queen obeys, 
 
 Too many monks possess her pious ear. 
 What loss of time ! late wisdom thus obtained ! 
 
 Adieu, Senor, I stand as on hot coal ; 
 My thanks be yours to whom my heart is chained 
 
 By Gratitude, but Spain is not my goal." 
 
 Besought in vain to w^ait another day 
 Columbus tarried not another hour ; 
 He bade adieu to friends in Santa Fe, 
 His mule he saddled and he rode awav. 
 
AT SANTA FE. 187 
 
 In spirit wounded and in temper sour. 
 Friend Quintanilla hasten'd to see one 
 
 Of mind with him, and suasion to sustain 
 The worthy cause before a kikewarm Throne, 
 
 St. Angel he, a nobleman of Spain, 
 The King's receiver of ecclesiastic funds, 
 
 Unselfish, generous and unfond of gain, 
 A soul that, quicken'd, heartil}'' responds. 
 Straight Quintanilla to the Court repairs 
 
 And, audience given, soon her spirit moves ; 
 St. Angel helps, his voice her bosom stirs, 
 Her change of mind an error he declares ; 
 
 Both boldly speak, their speech the Queen approves. 
 
 " This moment. Queen, Columbus left aggrieved 
 
 To carry elsewhere promises we rate 
 Too cheap, perchance, and might, once undeceived. 
 
 Perceive our error, but perceive it late ; 
 For either Blindness safer leads than Sight 
 
 Or Nature of her secrets none withholds 
 From him enrapt in Faith and visions bright ; 
 
 The prophet's glow that Genoese unfolds. 
 As he of hazards, climbing giddy peaks. 
 
 Surveying scenes inspiring to behold, 
 To those below in thrilling wonder speaks 
 
 Of wealth and things before his eyes unroU'd, 
 They, unconvinced, his oifer to lay bare 
 
 The hidden landscape with derision treat, 
 When bolder strangers with the daring dare 
 The land discover and its treasures share, 
 
188 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The others rueing self-enforced defeat ; 
 So we of Spain, too cautious, short of sight, 
 
 May, oversubtile, forfeit by mistake 
 Tlie Christian's chances and Hisj^ania's right 
 
 To do our utmost for Salvation's sake. 
 Invade the regions of the prince of night; 
 
 If angels sleep the devil is awake. — 
 The man's true quality I tested well 
 
 And found it sound and noble, quick to rouse 
 Responsive faith in all who heard liim tell 
 
 His matchless dreams retold oft in my house. 
 Each time convincing, winning generous minds ; 
 
 As child unconscious of emotions pure, 
 Save such as groundless Prepossession blinds 
 
 In everyone his faculties allure 
 His unreserved soul reliance finds. 
 I am a convert, frankly I confess, 
 
 To his assertions burned in my blood, 
 And humbly. Queen, I for Revision press. 
 
 Let none mislead your queenly womanhood 
 This land hath reason bending to revere. 
 
 How slight the hazards balanced with the gain 
 Which from this incident in your career 
 
 Might yet accrue to world-admired Spain ! 
 How vast the loss should Gaul the harvest reap 
 Of boundless realms beyond the Western Deep ! " 
 
 " Alfonzo de Quintanilla hath my praise 
 
 For manly zeal on which our Throne is built; 
 But for the venture where the silver raise. 
 
AT SANTA FE. 189 
 
 The coin, Sefior, for which the miglity tilt? 
 Without the coin the warrior to brace; 
 
 The dagger rusts, like one of broken hilt. 
 Then, strange embarrassment, yea, strange to see 
 
 Unwisdom triumph scorned by the wise, 
 Since State and Council, Church and Papacy, 
 
 Unask'd or asked gave us their advice. 
 And with the few the masses disagree. 
 
 All wisdom seeming guess-work in disguise. 
 God-fearing men dissuade a course they deem 
 
 Unsuitable for Spain to dignify 
 As royal emprise, being but a dream, 
 
 A dreamer's fancy earnest men decry ; 
 The King himself with coolness treats the scheme, 
 
 And I have scruples since the King is shy ; 
 For unsupported, should Misfortune come, 
 
 The blame redounded on my single head, 
 And low-voiced curses reached Heaven's dome. 
 
 And growling murmurs: 'Yea, the Queen w^as mad.' 
 How disentangle, then, the Gordian knot 
 
 At this late hour, wdien Chance must go or stay? 
 The minutes fly, and seconds count for aught, 
 
 What hath St. Angel of the Quest to say?" 
 
 " Your judgment follow, gracious Queen, who can 
 In things uncertain speak a certain mind ? 
 
 Who, studious to gladden every man, 
 
 Of hundred pathways may the safest find ? 
 
 I am one-sided, Queen, and leans my view 
 Too much, perhaps, in favor of the Quest, 
 
190 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Am heart and soul among the bolder few, 
 
 Too fond of conquest in the distant West 
 To hesitate in saying what I say. 
 
 Surprised am I, and beg to be forgiven, 
 At hearing undefied the tedious lay 
 
 Of cost and hazards, as if Spain was driven 
 To risk her all, an emprise to defray, 
 Which, come the worst, would hardly swallow more, 
 
 Allowance made for overtimid strains, 
 Tlian one day's cost in times of active war. 
 
 And that for empire large as twenty Spains. 
 Had we no instance near at hand which sweeps 
 
 The mists from regions girdled by the seas. 
 It Avere most royal to explore the deeps 
 
 And clear the mind of dense obscurities. 
 Some kings have done, the ancient records show, 
 
 The noble deed, which makes a nation's boast ; 
 Thus Neku sent, two thousand years ago, 
 
 A Tyrian squadron round old Afric's coast. 
 Thence Portugal her empty coffers fills. 
 
 Beside dominion widening each day. 
 While Spain's great heart with senseless terror thrills. 
 
 Afraid to venture out beyond the bay, 
 Altho' her might with wonder Europe fills. 
 
 When did the Goth a mightier pulse display? 
 Grant him the chance, who prays to be our tool, 
 
 A chosen man good Providence hath sent 
 Yet more to glorify your glorious rule ; 
 
 The Spaniard's energy is yet unspent. 
 Who longs to see his glory's measure full, 
 
AT SAXTA FE. 191 
 
 To see Hispania sway a continent, 
 Perchance the empire of the Great Mogul. 
 Consult, Queen ! the sacred Voice within. 
 
 Let Inspiration this great hour prevail ; 
 The risks are small and there is much to win, 
 
 Consult the Lord, when did your judgment fail?" 
 
 St. Angel's fire struck and set ablaze 
 
 The dying cinders in the royal breast, 
 His brilliance did her spirit's vision daze, 
 
 She thought she saw her Throne rise in the West, 
 And look'd as one emerging from a haze 
 
 To face the sun when shining at his best ; 
 So looks the sightless born who gropes in night. 
 
 Deprived for years of Heaven's mellow ray. 
 Who on a sudden is restored to sight, 
 
 And, all amazed, beholds the rising day ; 
 Useless suasion, useless as the oar 
 
 The boatman rests when down the rapids glides 
 The shooting vessel, swifter than before 
 
 The rower left her to the sweeping tides; 
 But evermore it gladdens heart and ear. 
 
 Once resolute, if one our aim extols; 
 For like fresh leaven is the word of cheer 
 
 Which, coming timely, Failure oft forestalls. 
 A pleader gentler than the two who spoke 
 
 Doth now her pleadings with the others mix. 
 The Queen's self-confidence she doth invoke. 
 
 She, titled lady, Dona Beatrix, 
 Long royal confidante of great repute 
 
192 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Sometimes mistaken for tlie Monarch's wife, 
 
 As when at Malaga a Moslem brute, 
 
 A santon of sane reason destitute 
 
 Intent on Vengeance, with assassin's knife 
 Struck her, and, failing, perished in the strife. 
 
 " A wonder this. Your Majesty, why doubt 
 
 The wonder-doing Grace of Him above, 
 Who guards and guides His pious and devout 
 
 Returning grace for grace and love for love, 
 And multiplies the blessed seed we strew 
 To raise a harvest which the times renew. 
 Such is the generous fruit of trust we sow. 
 
 It never dies unripen'd in the sod ; 
 For every kindness we in faith bestow 
 
 Come many blessings from the hand of God. 
 These pleaders. Queen, appeal in Heaven's Name, 
 
 That from our Spain Columbus may not go, 
 Whose glowing genius did our hearts inflame ; 
 
 God's growing Kingdom shall yet greater grow. 
 And with it rise Hispania's deathless fame. 
 Why him repel whose nature makes him great, 
 
 As if another could be found like him. 
 Unswerving in his course, a man of Fate, 
 
 His vision piercing what to us is dim ? 
 Rare courage his, endurance rare and strong, 
 
 Thus after years of calculations vain 
 To spurn fair offers as inflicted wrong, 
 
 And speak of titles in a princely strain. 
 As one full-conscious of his worth and weight. 
 
AT SANTA FE. 193 
 
 Despising rivalship in liis domain, 
 And selling kingdoms at a kingly rate, 
 Who else could act thus but one formed great? 
 Were he allow'd to pass beyond our reach, 
 
 Your Majesty ere long might tidings learn 
 That would this Court a tardy lesson teach, 
 
 Too late the truth from error to discern ; 
 How hopeless then, how rueful, if it chance 
 That power lost to Spain prov'd gain to France, 
 
 Or Albion, or any foreign land 
 
 Enriched by the man at our command. 
 Whom we dismiss unwilling to concede 
 A worthy title for a worthier deed. 
 Yea, granted the dark prophets rightly see, 
 
 The mere attempt unsolved things to solve 
 Adorn the Ruler's awful Majesty, 
 
 Involving Grandeur, if it naught involve. 
 
 " The risks are his, who takes his life in hand. 
 Prepared the Ocean's hardships to endure. 
 One eighth to bear of all expenditure 
 
 For just an eighth of income and of land. 
 
 In fairness. Queen, I trusted not the task 
 To one less princely in his claim and tone, 
 
 Why should a man small compensation ask 
 For royal service render'd to a Throne? 
 
 If Spain for Conquest looks athwart the In-ine 
 God favors her in His inscrutable plan ; 
 
 To have her carry out His deep design 
 He sent her one, Columbus is the man." 
 
194 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 " Persuade no more, O Marchioness, Seiiores, 
 
 Your sentiments are mine, it is God's will ! 
 I shall myself, should not the King endorse 
 
 The enterprise, promote it for C-astile. — 
 A courier send, Columbus shall return, 
 
 Be Aragon inclined as he please, 
 Castile will hazard, she the honors earn. 
 
 The pact be framed. Irresolution cease ! 
 War did his worse our coffers to deplete. 
 
 Our costly triumphs drained land and €rown; 
 We have few caravels among our fleet 
 
 For high seas rigged to depend upon. 
 And must contrive this new exj^ense to meet, 
 
 Postpone the emprise or contract a loan ; 
 And since Postponement zealous Ardor cools. 
 
 The banker's coffer shall the sum supply 
 And hold in pawn our old Castilian jewels, 
 
 Till profits fair the lender satisfy ; 
 Ay, sceptred powers are but Heaven's tools 
 
 Who, undeluded, never should defy 
 
 The Will Supreme, who ruling dwells on high.'* 
 
 " Forbid it Heaven," St. Angel doth exclaim, 
 " Spain's. honor bids such sacrifice forego; 
 
 It were our people's everlasting shame 
 
 To see their Queen, devout in weal and woe, 
 
 Her jewels pawn, while lavish her grandees 
 
 Vast fortunes waste on pompous vanities. 
 
 This action, Queen, spontaneous and sublime, 
 The times will chronicle among the great 
 
AT SANTA FE. 195 
 
 Majestic actions sung in every clime, 
 
 Of Sovereigns worthy, worthy of a State 
 Like this that worships on the bended knee 
 In Womanhood- the grace of Majesty. — 
 A Queen's behest can make a desert green 
 
 And turn a wilderness into a grove ; 
 With your assent I offer, 0, my Queen, 
 
 To furnish all the emprise needs to move; 
 I have some specie uninvested lie, 
 
 Enough of idle lucre wherewithal 
 The vessels and their gear and stores to buy, 
 
 Mine be the pleasure to advance it all ; 
 One scarcely could to better use apply 
 His humble means than such demand supply." 
 
 The audience ends, the courier left the town, 
 
 Quintanilla smiles, St. Angel feels as high 
 As tho' himself wore the Castilian Crown 
 
 And could the King and all the Court defy. 
 " I little care, should Talavera fume," 
 
 Said Quintanilla, " the prelate bears his nose 
 Too high for me, and doth of late presume 
 
 As Rome's Infallible at Court to pose; 
 We did outbalance him, you did Senor, 
 
 Surpass his Eminence in word and deed, 
 He, preaching Love from the cathedral's floor, 
 
 Is much himself of kindliness in need ; 
 
 I doubt the earnest of a Bishop's creed 
 Who slights the ordinance of Holy Lore 
 And soreness carries where the soul is sore. 
 
196 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 When shriver to our Queen she bent her knee, 
 
 While he erect her meek confession took, 
 And, questioned why? his priestly dignity 
 
 Referr'd unblushing to the Sacred Book, 
 Where kings anointed low their heads incline 
 Before the priest, the delegate divine 
 
 To whom the greatest for salvation look. 
 The bold demeanor gain'd the Queen's applause : 
 
 ' The right confessor he,' she someone told ; 
 And ever since her soul he overawes, 
 
 He dug for worms and struck a vein of gold. 
 This time he miss'd the mark, we made the hit, 
 
 Unless Columbus, driven by a gust 
 Of righteous anger, will his gall permit 
 
 To prompt his reason by experience past. 
 Will shift abroad enormous benefit 
 
 And give his friends a taste of his disgust." 
 
 Meanwhile the courier had the gates behind 
 
 And bounded forward, like a frighten'd deer. 
 He bore the errand printed on his mind, 
 
 A speech of promise and a world of cheer; 
 And as he gallop'd swiftly thro' the wood. 
 
 Yon half a mile before him he espied 
 The lonely traveler in a sulky mood : 
 
 " Hold on, Seiior ! " the lusty horseman cried, 
 "Hispania calls you back, return with me; 
 
 Your friends prevail'd whom I have heard and seen, 
 Your lucky star is in ascendency, 
 
 Return, Seiior, now welcome to the Queen." 
 
AT SANTA FE. 197 
 
 As he rejected twice by her he courts, 
 
 When she inchnes his grievance to redress, 
 Her mood suspects, who with Devotion sports. 
 
 And fain would fathom her love's tenderness, 
 So inly doubting, still irresolute. 
 
 Whether returning was the wiser course, 
 Columbus made his word the purpose suit. 
 
 And thus bespoke the courier on his horse : 
 
 " Amigo mio, grateful to my ear 
 
 Thy kindly words, which like the echoes ring 
 Of angel's music happy dreamers hear 
 
 In slumber sweet but else unpromising. 
 Who sent thee hither, short be thy rej^ort; 
 
 For know, O friend, it is my firm resolve 
 To seek Assistance at another court 
 
 Where clearer minds i3ercliance clear views evolve 
 In days instead of years thus lost to me." 
 Whereat the courier thus in tones of glee : 
 
 "Cheer up, Seiior, they granted all you claimed. 
 
 Viceroy you shall be over lands and seas. 
 And have the titles and the rights you named, 
 
 And an armada sailing wdiere you please. 
 Sir Quintanilla's message I convey 
 
 Whose eye was beaming as he charged me : 
 *Be oif, and hurry, tell him what I say 
 
 I do empower'd by her Majesty.' " 
 The happiest man Columbus wheel'd around, 
 
 The courier sped to tell of his return; 
 
398 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 At Santa Fe the Queen's command he found 
 To come to Court her royal will to learn; 
 
 Friend Quintanilla had yet more to tell 
 
 Of the great change but would nowise delay 
 
 The consummation, now that all pass'd well: 
 
 " To Court," he cried, "and God will lead the way." 
 
 This hour retired from a royal meal 
 
 The Sovereigns interchange a serious word, 
 The Queen her lord makes all her witchery feel, 
 
 She sovereign lady of a sovereign lord; 
 Too wise to press, too proud to make aj^peal, 
 
 She speaks of what she dared and could aiford: 
 " No hazard thine, my King," she smiling adds, 
 
 "I stand it all myself, and at my cost 
 He shall embark; such emprise glory sheds 
 On humble subjects and on crowned heads; 
 
 For much I venture little, be it lost; 
 A woman's rashness, if the worst occur. 
 
 The world will mildly judge; not thus a king, 
 Who to be great and wise, should never err 
 
 As Xerxes did, who gave a fool his ring, 
 Spain's interests embolden'd me to dare. 
 
 Nor am I loath a hope of Gaul to crush; 
 Castile alone shall all the hazards bear 
 
 And Aragon shall have no cause to blush." 
 
 "Forbid it God, that Aragon withdraw 
 
 And let Castile the Quest sustain alone," 
 The King exclaims ; " thy will, my Queen, is law, 
 
AT SANTA FE. 199 
 
 Our Thrones are twain, our sympathy is one ; 
 Whatever happen, be it loss or gain 
 
 I crave the right my consort's risks to share, 
 Henceforth the Quest shall be the Quest of Spain, 
 
 The expedition be our common care. 
 O, clearest, deepest, gentlest of thy kind, 
 
 My loadstar ever, sweet companion thou, 
 A dove in manner, a great Queen in mind. 
 
 What made me greater, happier than the vow 
 Of sacred Love, the bliss of which I taste. 
 
 Since Valladolid my holy Mecca proved. 
 When, as a pilgrim roaming thro' a waste, 
 
 I met my princess, loved and was beloved ? 
 I had not much before thyself I had 
 
 Of lofty spirit, adding soul to soul. 
 And rushing onward, as a river fed 
 
 By mountain torrents, thus we reach'd our goal. 
 
 " They tell of saints who, panoplied in white, 
 
 From light emerging on refulgent steeds, 
 In ancient battles mingled in the fight. 
 
 And for Hispania did unearthly deeds; 
 Unweapon'd thou, when warrior hearts did faint 
 
 And would to fear succumb, too weak to dare, 
 By dint of speech, inspired like a saint, 
 
 Didst brace our army and each loss repair. 
 Thus was Albania kept and Baza taken, 
 
 And Malaga went down at thy approach ; 
 Thus was Granada to her downfall shaken. 
 
 None doubting victory thy lip did vouch. — 
 
200 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Thy lip, my Queen, in this new enterprise, 
 
 Foretells success, and Spain shall search the seas, 
 
 Disdaining hazards bound to realize 
 
 Thy queenly hopes, Christopher's prophecies." 
 
 Hereat the King doth to his bosom press 
 
 His gentle mate with marital delight. 
 Resistless she the conjugal caress 
 Responds with eyes of wifely tenderness, 
 
 His lij)s meet hers to seal Affection's plight ; 
 Love's rapturous currents sweep thro' nerve and brain. 
 
 The might of Nature rules the arts of life. 
 The proudest Monarchs of punctilious Spain, 
 
 Subdued by Passion, are but man and wife. 
 The rapture over, gracious they await 
 
 The mariner to welcome him anew ; 
 And, ushered, he permission hath to state 
 
 His venture's end the Sovereign to imbue 
 With faith his consort unreserved holds; 
 
 Columbus, overfull of heartfelt joy, 
 Ethereal fire in his speech infolds. 
 
 Not unprepared the vestige to destroy 
 Of Disbelief within the doubter's breast,* 
 And thus he speaks, as if by God's behest. 
 
 "A parchment blank, my Sovereigns, Time would roll 
 If man, inactive, suffer'd life to glide ; 
 
 His daily tale of labor, tears and dole, 
 Of loss or gain, unspeaking cycles hide ; 
 
 Heroic action, deeds of lustrous fame, 
 
AT SANTA FE. 201 
 
 Unequal'd in result, the grave survive 
 And force the world him greatest to proclaim 
 
 Who, undeterred, dares for Greatness strive. 
 Before the early sun the lower fields 
 
 And valleys reaches with his bounteous light, 
 He first the topmost crests and ranges gilds, 
 
 The dwellers waking on serial height ; 
 So Truth her secrets first to him reveals 
 
 Who searching eagerly her counsel seeks. 
 Above the snow-line her arcana steals, 
 
 The vast surveying from sun-bathed peaks. 
 Ah, well I realize the prophet's glee 
 
 Not less than pain when, failing in his glow 
 To make his people his great vision see, 
 . The spirit wasting in its overflow ; 
 He call'd for signs to prove his prophecy, 
 The stars obeyed, the heavens fire sent, 
 
 The mountain shook, the sea did witness bear, 
 And Nature bade her every element 
 
 The seer's inspiration to declare. 
 Yet even then but few were the devout, 
 
 Whose heads inclined in reverential awe, 
 The faithful few, who in this world of doubt 
 
 Prefer sweet manna to a food of straw. 
 Impotent I those powers to invoke 
 
 Tho' clear ni}'' sight and safe within I feel ; 
 I shall confirmed see the word I spoke. 
 
 Shall of Time's Secrecy a secret steal 
 Enriching man by doubling his domain, 
 Above all sceptres raise the mace of Spain. 
 
202 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And worldly Conquest, not the least in view, 
 
 My contemplation rates the lower goal, 
 The world-redeeming mission you pursue. 
 
 My Sovereigns, here, salvation of the soul. 
 Will vaster nations than the Moor and Jew 
 
 Life-giving save, once under Spain's control ; 
 A godly work, it being understood, 
 Spain's triumplis be the triumphs of the rood. 
 How slow mankind emerges from the dark. 
 
 The dastard's hesitation in its face, 
 The eyelid quivering at each dazzling spark. 
 
 Which earthward scintillates from skies of Grace. 
 Great kingdoms unredeem'd in Error grope 
 
 And billions unenlighten'd lived and died, 
 They, living faithless, miss the star of Hope, 
 
 Unholy here, hereafter unenskied. 
 
 " A dragon hydra-headed Error thrives. 
 
 Her altars fume, a thousand millions kneel 
 
 To homage Darkness, who this day survives 
 The prophet's thunder, our Redeemer's zeal. 
 
 "Yea, Chemos lives, nor is Osiris dead, 
 
 Astoreth, Baal, and Apis in disguise 
 With hideous Moloch thirsting elsewhere fled 
 
 To claim of man infernal sacrifice ; 
 Olympian phantoms scarce have cause to part 
 
 Un worship 'd tho' the gods of Hellas be ; 
 As if yet undethroned in mind and heart, 
 
 Ouranus ruleth by his progeny ; 
 
AT SANTA FE. 203 
 
 In song Saturnus 'makes Lis lightning fly, 
 
 Tlie Ocean's billows Neptune's trident sways, 
 Blazing Apollo sweeps athw^art the sky, 
 
 The nether world grim Pluto's frown obeys ; 
 Hard metals bend on forges of Vulcan, 
 
 As arrow quick, is Mercury in speed, 
 Old Nature homages the rule of Pan, 
 
 When Mars is frowning battling nations bleed ; 
 Minerva holds the wisdom of the brain. 
 
 The child of Venus wields the shaft of Love, 
 Of Ceres comes the harvest's waving grain, 
 
 Of Bacchus wine, Diana haunts the grove ; 
 
 " Inferior gods each lake and river hold, 
 Each passion, gift, a god or goddess gives, 
 
 Rain comes of Pluvius, Boreas sends cold. 
 Immoral Jove his consort still deceives; 
 
 In favor thus that foolery of old, 
 
 Tho' dead in fact, in speech and fable lives. 
 
 " The sacred bard the Lebanon ascends, 
 
 The top of Horeb or of Carmel seeks. 
 Where, singing, he before Almighty bends, 
 
 Abhorring worship, that with incest reeks. 
 Why shun our bards to bathe in Hermon's dews, 
 
 Why not Golgotha sing in strains divine; 
 No Christian should invoke the heathen muse. 
 
 Now that the Star of Bethlehem did shine 
 When the Most High did his Messiah choose 
 
 In boundless Grace all sinners to enshrine. 
 
204 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Yea, broken is the night wherever lip 
 
 Salvation utters in the name of Grace, 
 If Wisdom err, if tempted Virtue slip, 
 
 Undoomed he who once ador'd the face 
 
 Of God's blest Lamb who bled for all the race. 
 Alas ! for them who never chance were given 
 
 To kneel within the shadow of that tree 
 Whose branches ramify throughout the heaven, 
 
 With roots fed by the blood of Calvary. 
 He knoweth best, who rules the Universe 
 
 Why, undenied our Saviour's precious fruit. 
 Because no man His message westward' bears, 
 
 Whole races should continue as the brute. 
 With Eden closed, with Death in terror clad. 
 
 Untaught, unfeeling, wallowing in vice ; 
 Yet men of heart, in pious circles bred. 
 
 Conceive the wish to save at any price 
 The unredeemed wherever they sojourn ; 
 And this, the mission for which I am born. 
 
 "A godlike work is his, who dries a tear 
 
 Or cheers a soul, or mollifies a sore ; 
 Ah me ! the mind's divinest lustre here 
 
 Should heal the wounds inhuman monsters tore. 
 I cannot see the agonies of man, 
 
 And suffer with the brute I see oppressed ; 
 Deep sorrow fills me, that some beings can 
 
 Indulge a course so utterly unblessed. 
 Whoever they God sends me to regain 
 
 I bear them love, — Your Majesties may please — 
 
AT SANTA FE. 205 
 
 I bear them love from laurel-crowned Spain, 
 God's Kingdom grow, His votaries increase, 
 
 And with it spread the blessings of your rule, 
 That aftertimes may grateful ring your fame, 
 
 When ages new, of higher wisdom full. 
 
 Shall bend in awe before the Holiest Name!" 
 
 " It is our will," King Ferdinand declared, 
 
 " To aid the Quest and lay it in your hands. 
 Viceregal powers we ere this conferred 
 
 On you, the searcher of unsceptred lands; 
 Our notaries shall draw it black on wdiite. 
 
 Define each clause before we set our seal 
 In confirmation of your lawful right 
 
 With men and ships as Admiral to deal 
 Of Spain's great Sovereignty on distant shores ; 
 
 Three armed vessels shall equipp'd proceed. 
 Your will obeying which we thus endorse, 
 
 And pray Almighty may the emprise speed. 
 
BOOK VIII. 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 An immortal sorrow and an unchangeable world-career. How 
 the proclaimed ban affected the Spanish Hebrews, who turn to 
 their leaders for advice. These assemble at the Academy of 
 Cordova for a solemn deliberation as to the course the exiles 
 should adopt. The persons present and whence they came. 
 Abarbanel presides. The consultation is oitened with jjrayer 
 by Hanoch, whose lineage is traced. The first speaker is Abra- 
 ham Senor, who winds up an earnest discourse with a suggestion 
 that provokes great displeasure. Aboab, the spiritual Chief of all 
 the Spanish Jews, answers Abraham Senor in a manner that 
 causes him to leave the Asseml)ly in a state of indignation. 
 The impression Al)oab's exhortation made on his fellow-exiles. 
 Arama, anotlier light of his people, takes up the thread of 
 Aboal)'s discourse and speaks in an admonitory, sorrowful, ad- 
 visory and comforting tone. He is followed by many other 
 leaders of note. At last Don Isaac Abarbanel rises to give the 
 Assembly the benefit of his mature experience and wisdom, in- 
 forming them at the same time that, owing to an unceremoni- 
 ous communication he had addressed to Isabella, he was obliged 
 to save his head by flight. The painful moment of parting. 
 The motto of the exiles. How they went forth in myriads and 
 what they endured. The irrefutable lesson of contemi^oraneous 
 events. 
 
 Pray O, my soul ! that He who mercy shows, 
 
 And Sorrow sends His faithful here to try, 
 Thy strain inspire, while I dwell on woes 
 
 Which in man's annals frame the tragedy ; 
 That race of Jobs, whom Sinai's Words inflame, 
 
 The world's great martyrs, since their work began, 
 Whom hundred ages tried and found the same, 
 
 Say, how did they confront the cruel ban 
 (207) 
 
208 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Iberia's flinty Rulers did proclaim, 
 
 As tho' the Hebrew was no child of man ; 
 
 He brotlier to the Saviour they extolled, 
 The meek Messiah — madness of the Time — 
 
 Whose tears of sympathy profusely rolled, 
 Still suffers martyrdom in many a clime. 
 
 As on that day when frighted horsemen sped 
 
 Thro' Susa's gates, the deathful brief in hand, 
 The fearful edict tears and horror spread 
 
 Among the Hebrews of the Persian land. 
 So first astonish'd when the tidings came. 
 
 The banish'd Jews upsent a myriad cry. 
 Then, turning to their chiefs of honor 'd name, 
 
 Implored their counsel with a tearful eye. 
 But found their sages dumb, their champions lame, 
 
 While Israel's God was silent in the sky. 
 
 But thou, Abarbanel, devout and wise, 
 
 Unable to avert the stern decree, 
 Dost high above the frighten'd masses rise, 
 
 Resolved to face the dark calamity 
 With resignation, as befits the great ; 
 
 Thy missives go the wisest to invite 
 To Cordova in order to debate 
 
 AVhat course the exiles should adopt in flight. 
 For fly they must, as pestilential breath 
 
 Their land of birth endear'd by thousand ties, 
 Or die the outlaw's ignominious death ; 
 
 Or, hiding faith beneath hypocricies, 
 
A feople's exile. 209 
 
 Be scented by the blood-hounds of that Court 
 Fell Torquemada sways with fiendish ire, 
 
 Who on susj)icion or some vague report 
 
 To Torture thousands gave and hellish fire. 
 
 At famous Cordova the leaders meet, 
 
 The known and learned thither come apace. 
 To silent quarters straightway they retreat, 
 
 The perils weighing of a martyr'd race ; 
 Some from Zamora and Tortosa come, 
 
 From Cadiz and Salamanca others hail, 
 Valencia or Malaga some call their home, 
 
 Nor doth Granada and Barcelona fail. 
 Like old Toledo, delegates to send ; 
 
 From Seville and Almeria many more 
 Accredited before Don Isaac stand. 
 
 Reputed chiefs of standing or of lore, 
 Such as would anywhere respect command, 
 
 Long-bearded sages in all eighty-four. 
 Who would the senate grace of any land, 
 
 Adorn the Grand Synhedrium of yore. 
 
 No word of cheer is breathed ; sad faces all, 
 
 The converse flows but in an undertone, 
 As one hears frequent at a funeral, 
 
 Or at the death-bed ere the soul is gone. 
 Not thus in previous times that hall appeared 
 
 Where throngs did gather teachers wise to hear, 
 Since Cordova Spain's Hebrew leaders reared, 
 
 Whom after-ages thankfully revere, 
 
210 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And many present, whom no prospect cheered, 
 In early years deep wisdom gleaned here. 
 
 Nine other envoys at the latest hour 
 
 From Saragossa thither found their way, 
 When all unanimous invest with power 
 
 Abarbanel to act or yet delay 
 The vital consultation, lest too late 
 Some chief arrive to share in the debate. 
 And he the star to whom for light they turn 
 
 With feeling answers : " Why delay my friends ? 
 Our exiles should our counsel timely learn 
 
 Before they scatter as the ban commands. 
 Delay, delay, what gain we by delay ! 
 
 The cruel Sovereigns issued the decree, 
 Too well ye know in Spain we dare not stay, 
 
 Unless we feign the foe's Christianity 
 To be the dungeon's or the pyre's prey, 
 
 The food of Torquemada's deviltry. 
 No, brothers, Hope is gone, and we must go, 
 
 I pleaded strongly but no heart was moved ; 
 With Romish conquest Wrong and Hatred grow, 
 
 Rome plann'd our misery, which Spain approved. 
 Yea, go we must, but whither, ah, my friends I 
 
 Withersoever we our faces turn 
 No welcome for us in God's ample lands ; 
 
 Where other races lightly comfort earn 
 The Jew is willing for his bread to toil. 
 
 The humblest offices and tasks to do. 
 To thrive by handicraft or till the soil, 
 
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 Tlio' mettled well high callings to pursue. — 
 The banish'd myriads wisely to advise 
 
 Ye are assembled, leaders of the day ; 
 But, ere ye speak, let the Assembly rise, 
 
 While honor'd Hanoch will for Guidance pray." 
 
 "Our God in heaven," Hanoch's prayer rings, 
 
 " Submissive to Thy Will we bow our head, 
 We fail to penetrate the end of things 
 
 Tliy Wisdom shapes, and, tho' our blood be shed. 
 We trust in Thee whose Name we thus confess, 
 
 We love Thee, Father, but our heart is sad, 
 0, help Thy faithful in their dire distress 
 
 And lead us safely thro' this change we dread ! 
 Our counsels guide at this momentous hour, 
 
 When earthly succor hostile men deny. 
 The waves of Hatred threaten to devour 
 
 Jeshurun's remnant sunk in agony; 
 Yet if this anguish be our wholesome cure. 
 
 If Israel's sorrow Thy great Will decreed, 
 Sustain us in our trials to endure, 
 
 Sustain us, Father, when for Thee we bleed, 
 Sustain us, Helper, whom with awe we seek ; 
 
 Thy Wisdom lead us whom we praise alone, 
 Thy Wisdom guide us when to-day we speak 
 
 Of Thy Salvation, Lord, Thy Will be done." 
 
 None worthier than Hanoch to invoke 
 
 The Highest God who centuries before. 
 When Sura's school Arabia's Caliph broke, 
 
212 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 With honor crowned Hanoch's ancestor. 
 This Moses, son of Hanoch, first a slave, 
 
 Ransom'd at Cordova with Hebrew gold, 
 In sackcloth clad, but of deportment grave, 
 
 Did once at the Academy unfold. 
 While Head and school some knotty point revolved, 
 
 Such scholarship, a mind so keen and wise, 
 That, having modestly the problem solved, 
 
 He saw the Dean unhesitating rise 
 And call : " Yon slave our God did hither send 
 
 To give VIS light, let him our master be ; 
 This school hereafter to his wisdom bend. 
 
 He Chief henceforth of this Academy." 
 
 Thus Moses rose and by the Caliph's grace 
 
 He shone and taught, his people's princely Head, 
 Spain's Nagid he, a glory to his race. 
 
 And ever since his noble offsprings led 
 The Jews of Cordova, down to the day 
 
 On which Abarbanel a Hanoch chose 
 In honor of his lineage there to pray 
 
 Who once from bondage to distinction rose. 
 His invocation Sadness sadder made. 
 
 As Night grows fearful when the widow moans, 
 The elders sighing while good Hanoch pray'd. 
 
 Each bosom heaving with repressed groans ; 
 So doth the sea disturbed from beneath 
 
 In swelling surges toward the heavens rise, 
 And so doth one within the grasp of Death 
 
 His soul's departure hurry to the skies. 
 
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 And who that figure upright, tall and gray, 
 Straight as a pine, the shining snow on head, 
 
 A settled man who doth no cares betray 
 
 And looks as one among Spain's noblest bred? 
 
 "Abraham Senor," the whisper round the board 
 
 From lip to lip runs as he takes the floor; 
 Him, known as Andalusia's Hebrew lord, 
 
 Arbarbanel invites: "We hear, Senor," 
 When he: " Seiiores," opens his discourse, 
 
 " First he be thank'd who call'd us here to meet 
 Before our haters the grim ban enforce 
 
 And do the deed the times will not repeat 
 But, looking backward, will this age arraign 
 
 And judge it darkest of all ages past. 
 Stamp Shame on the escutcheon of Spain, 
 
 And think her worthy of Gomorrah's blast ; 
 For come what may, should Sodom's age return 
 
 The years will scarce a Torquemada bring. 
 Or other fiend mankind alive to burn, 
 
 Nor Queen as pious-mad, nor such a King. 
 Could one the current of events foresee. 
 
 Forecast the changes later days evolve. 
 He could ordain unerring what should be. 
 
 With Foresight fashioning each new resolve. 
 Time was when Ferdinand did need a friend 
 
 To urge his suit before the maid whose will 
 I largely prompted to bestow her hand 
 
 On him, who woo'd the Heiress of Castile. 
 I had the favors of the royal bride 
 
214 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And favor'd the alliance, feeling sure, 
 That, being Jewish on his mother's side,* 
 
 He would no Hebrew suffer to endure 
 Inhuman outrage as we oft sustained. 
 
 The outcome proved my reasoning unsound, 
 The Church not we, by the alliance gained. 
 
 The Church of Rome, who does the world astound ; 
 A reign of terror hers for Jew and Moor, 
 
 A hell on earth with liell-hounds on the chase; 
 The Holy Office doth Islam abhor 
 
 But strives to extirpate the Hebrew race. — 
 
 " Now trump and herald blazon'd the decree 
 That sends adrift a people free of guilt, 
 
 A people hurled into misery 
 
 Whose blood for naught the Church too often spilt. 
 
 Of woman born, accessible to pain. 
 
 Beloved and loving, feeling every sting 
 Mortality endures, Spain's Queen and King 
 
 Surpass the Vandal in their high disdain 
 
 Of common Justice, blinded by a creed 
 
 That robs and roasts mankind in name of Grace, 
 
 And, could it harmonize the will and deed. 
 Would the unbaptiz'd from this earth efface. 
 
 " Such are our foes, who grant no space to stand, 
 No harbor for a night, no spot, no grave, 
 
 * The wife of Don Frederic Henriquez, Admiral of Castile and 
 natural grandfather of Ferdinand, was the beautiful Columba, a 
 Jewess. 
 
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 Who chase a people from their native land, 
 
 Without a respite, which we humbly crave. 
 Yea, not a year, and not the half of this. 
 
 The Crown allows the victims it expels 
 To sell or barter their commodities ; 
 
 No gold nor silver shall he take who sells; 
 The stores are full, the markets overfull, 
 
 The Jew must sell, must sell at any rate, 
 I saw a vineyard offer'd for a mule. 
 
 And saw the muleteer still hesitate; 
 Why should one buy, unless he be a fool. 
 
 The things that will be his, if he but wait? 
 For into exile who can carry more 
 
 Than what a knapsack and two hands may hold. 
 The dame will rather clasp the babe she bore 
 
 Than bear her treasured heirloom left unsold ; 
 The son will cast aside his precious store 
 
 To shoulder hapless parents weak and old. 
 The moon of May is rounding in the blue, 
 
 July expires with our hope in -Spain, 
 Delay means death to the unbaptiz'd Jew, 
 
 And shelter given him brings mortal pain. — 
 As one aboard, where fire spreads apace. 
 
 The flames determined with resistance braves, 
 And not until he meets Death face to face. 
 
 Seeks refuge in the life-devouring waves, 
 So we, made outlaws, must this country flee, 
 
 Flee Danger home to meet her like abroad, 
 As pirates hunted on a stormy sea 
 
 With none to help us but our Only God. 
 
216 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 " We should advise ! were Solomon here to-day 
 
 His ample wisdom would despairing shrink ; 
 It is the Highest Power none may stay, 
 
 Who keeps us trembling on Destruction's brink; 
 The precipice inspires with dismay 
 
 The stoutest heart impelled thus to sink ; 
 It were but little worse if Spain this day 
 
 Said : * Let all Jews the cup of hemlock drink.* 
 For one I say, since I am free to speak. 
 
 Lead on the strongest who can hardship stand, 
 But lure not forth the aged and the weak 
 
 To perish on the highways or the strand, 
 Disheartening the sturdy who, unfraught, 
 
 Might reach some haven and begin anew 
 To raise a homestead earned slow or bought. 
 
 While water makes no Christian of the Jew. 
 Engraved, as on the tablets was the Law, 
 Which God Himself did with His finger draw. 
 
 Is loyal faith in me, my soul is true; 
 I never waver'd to confess my creed. 
 
 No, never Faith and Honor to defend. 
 And those of mine whom I as parent breed 
 
 And such as willing to my wishes bend, 
 I urge the spirit of our Law to heed. 
 Yet in all matters Hebrews are but men 
 
 And cherish wife and child and home withal. 
 And, running upward toward three score and ten, 
 
 One should untrembling wretchedness forestall. — 
 Whatever w^ealth be mine the half I spare 
 
 To ease the burden of the banish'd poor; 
 
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 Let those go forth the martyr's meed to share, 
 
 Whose vigor spurns them trials to endure; 
 My children go, I hold their action free. 
 
 Go all who may, except the old and frail; 
 Or would ye rather hundreds rotten see, 
 
 Unburied sires filling mead and vale, 
 Feeding the wolf's, the vulture's gluttony? 
 Of those who stay, Senores, I am one ; 
 
 No blame of mine if I this precious price 
 For favors pay, beholden to the Throne ; 
 
 The Queen exacted this great sacrifice. 
 Else harder much would be the sudden blow. 
 
 And banishment would come without reprieve 
 To whelm our kindred in a gulf of woe, 
 
 I bought the respite, will not God forgive?" 
 
 As when a legion burning to be led 
 
 Against an enemy they dare defy. 
 Their shrinking chief envisage vengeance-mad, 
 
 Who false or dastard, urges them to fly, 
 So ninety faces toward the speaker turned 
 
 Astonishment or anger in each mien, 
 Among them one, who like a North-light burned, 
 
 A noble countenance of complexion keen ; 
 So he on Carmel shone, when Heaven's flame 
 
 His offering consumed, while all aghast 
 The priests of Baal, smitten in their shame. 
 
 Fell struck and wither'd by Almighty's blast. 
 Him duty bade defend his high domain, 
 
 None more than Isaac Aboab had right, 
 
218 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The Hebrew's spiritual Head of Spain, 
 
 Barefaced Treason in his camj) to fight. 
 The Chief's high age, his locks as white as snow, 
 
 His beard descending in a mighty fall, 
 His trembling words, deliberate and slow, 
 
 Suasive, piercing, yet devoid of gall. 
 Awaken Reverence, drawing long applause 
 
 As, standing loaded with full eighty years, 
 He sends his wisdom to sustain the cause. 
 
 To him as holy as the One he fears, 
 
 " Your voice, Senor, reveals the mind you nurse, 
 
 Unhealing drugs the medicine you give, 
 A blessing coupled with a trebled curse 
 
 Is Rest secured by Loss naught may retrieve. — 
 The strong should part with Weakness left behind, 
 
 The young should flee and leave the old alone, 
 The frail should in Dishonor comfort find, 
 
 And Age forswear the worship of the One, 
 What sires they, who would thus back remain, 
 
 While God to sanctify their scions go. 
 In life's decline the hj'pocrites of Spain ; 
 
 What sages they, who would their all forego 
 To roast in fire or decay in pain, 
 
 Preferring Falsehood to a martyr's woe ! 
 Unholy course unworthy of a race 
 
 Almighty chose the watchmen of His Light 
 To guard man's heritage for brighter days 
 
 And spread God's Truth reveal'd on Horeb's height. 
 Six days did see the Providential plan 
 
A people's exile. 219 
 
 With Beauty rise, in perfect Glory stand ; 
 Six thousand years are not enough for man 
 
 To guess the Wisdom of the Master's hand ; 
 Yet for the soul that yearning seeks to see 
 
 A glimpse of Truth, while groping here beneath, 
 There are, beside the star-paved canopy, 
 
 The ills of Life the mysteries of Death, 
 The world of evil lowering the low, 
 
 The flood of years with dawn of golden times. 
 To raise her Godward by each trying blow, 
 
 On stern Adversity she skyward climbs. 
 
 '* In cycles backward greater men than we 
 
 Endured agonies for Thought and Creed, 
 Of martyr'd saints a brilliant galaxy 
 
 Our tale adorns, none oftener did bleed 
 Than Israel, none readier than she, 
 
 Dear Zion's daughter in her mourning weed. 
 My soul at stake what perils shall I reck, 
 
 I close mine eyes wherever God ordains ; 
 Is there aught blacker than the raven's black ? 
 
 The Jew's great glory is his life of pains. 
 I witness'd ills and bore a thousand cares. 
 
 The poignard's point assassins aim'd at me ; 
 I pass'd unhurt thro' seven massacres, 
 
 Oppression bent my frame, my soul is free. 
 And free, O, brothers, free is Hebrew blood, 
 
 Asmonean leaders rise in this our plight, 
 Undaunted rise, ye faithful brotherhood. 
 
 The weak within, the foe without to fight ; 
 
220 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The monk is up the wavering to hire, 
 Let none unwarned fall into the snare, 
 
 Inform the rich, assist the needy poor, 
 To brace our exiles be our sacred care. 
 
 "Lead on, lead on, for whitherward we move 
 
 The fiercest haters of our ancient race 
 We leave behind, a land devoid of love 
 
 A hierarch domineers with Moloch's face. 
 I blush for shame Desertion to discuss, 
 
 As if the sons unlike their fathers were, 
 Who stood the torments of Antiochus 
 
 Disdaining falsely by his gods to swear. 
 Immortal Eleazar was not young 
 
 When him the Syrian flay'd until he died, 
 Mattathias' vigor was wellnigh unstrung, 
 
 When with his whelps he Syria defied ; 
 And widow'd Hannah, who that Pagan saw 
 
 Her six young orphans fiendishly destroy 
 For loathing food forbidden by our Law, 
 
 And who unyielding gave her seventh boy 
 To cruel Death, was faithful and no more, 
 
 A Jewess on whose life no records dwell, 
 Because there lived thereafter as before 
 
 Such worthy daughters in old Israel. — 
 
 " The cross or ban before us set to choose, 
 Seiior, there be no question who should go; 
 
 Are we a nation in our tenets loose. 
 
 Obsequious slaves to each new Pharaoh? 
 
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 Thank God the roads are open let us flee 
 
 Infernal horrors thickening at home, 
 Some northward wander, others take the sea, 
 
 Disperse in faith beneath Almighty's dome, 
 Who will your anguish and devotion see. 
 
 And in His Grace let our Messiah come. 
 Whoever loves, whoever hath a friend, 
 
 A hoary sire or a feeble dame. 
 On horseback mount, or lead them by the hand, 
 
 The young the old shall help, the strong the lame. 
 The world shall wonder when our masses rise, 
 
 As never hitherto in ages gone, 
 To offer up the grandest sacrifice 
 
 Of self in triumph to the Holy One. 
 A day of glory that, tho' tears will flow. 
 
 When bending humbly under God's Decree, 
 Our exiles will their earthly rest forego, 
 
 Submissive to the noblest ancestry, 
 That graced the annals of the human kind. 
 
 Unearthly kingdoms are the Jew's domain. 
 Sky-blest we go, a curse remains behind. 
 
 Our tearful going be the curse of Spain." 
 
 As on the day when thwarted by a sea, 
 
 With dashing foemen storming in the rear, 
 
 The slaves of Egypt in despondency 
 
 Heard from On High: "Advance and do not fear." 
 
 And, full of faith, relying on their Chief, 
 The billows breasted for the safer shore. 
 
 Convinced the crossing would insure Relief 
 
222 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And break the slavish yoke forevermore, 
 So this Assembly, as by magnet lured 
 
 The iron filings toward the horseshoe fly. 
 The sage environ, of their sorrows cured, 
 
 Vowing like him Temptation to defy, 
 Endure the woes the sires hud endured 
 
 And either faithful live or faithful die. 
 Spontaneous blessings shower on his head, 
 
 Unanimous they cheer him, all but one. 
 Who leaves resentful, in his visage red ; 
 
 In conscience smitten, Abraham is gone. 
 Quick stood another with an eye of scorn. 
 
 You would have thought Isaiah rose again 
 Judea's downfall in a dirge to mourn, 
 ' A leader, too, among the Jews of Spain, 
 Arama he, of godly parents born. 
 
 Who claims attention by this ardent strain. 
 
 " One more deserter ye have yonder seen," 
 Arama pointed to the closing door, 
 
 "Who fled our Council with a heart of spleen. 
 Who would be God's and Satan's servitor ; 
 
 No star hath faded of ethereal sheen. 
 His passing loses us no less nor more 
 Than lurid glare, an errant meteor; 
 
 A world of loyalty, a stream of sighs. 
 As tho' his bosom glows with pious glee, 
 
 A generous gift, and moisture in the eyes, 
 And all wound up with rank Apostasy. 
 
 That was no voice of Solace nor of Truth, 
 
A people's exile. 223 
 
 No balm to soothe a heart of sorrow full, 
 No voice to brace up Age nor counsel Youth, 
 You heard the voice of Torquemada's tool. 
 
 " Beware, O, sons of Judah ! had ye read 
 
 The signs of Providence in earlier days, 
 When, less begrudged, less our blood was shed, 
 
 Unenvied we our mission fill'd and place ; 
 But prone his wealth and tinsel to display. 
 
 Ambitious with the noble and the great 
 To vie in luxuries and splendors gay, 
 
 Many a Hebrew, covetous of state. 
 Forbidden intermingling cringing sought 
 
 With Gothic nobles, sacrificing blood 
 And Faith and Holiness, and never thought. 
 
 That less his daughter was than Mammon woo'd. 
 And Mammon, lustful Mammon, well ye know, 
 
 Hath bred us haters wolfish in their greed ; 
 By him enkindled horrid pyres glow. 
 
 Upon his altars Jewish victims bleed ; 
 For Church and State pay homage to that ghoul 
 
 Whose thirst transforms men into bloody beasts, 
 He buys the body first and then the soul. 
 
 And Spain obeys the blackest of his priests. 
 Ay, overmuch we serv'd him in the past. 
 
 Instead of God, we had that fiend in view, 
 Who conjured on our heads the dreadful blast, 
 
 His gifts are baneful, venom to the Jew. 
 Things great and dear no gold can buy on earth 
 
 Wherein the lowly may eclipse the high ; 
 
224 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 God's Faith and Love, Nobility of birth, 
 
 Sky-granted hght, no earthly hoards can buy. 
 
 Such is our heritage, let nations frown, 
 
 Destroy they cannot wliom Almighty guards, 
 
 'Tis He allotted us the martyr's crown ; 
 The bad He punisheth, the good rewards. 
 
 " Yea, sons of Sorrow, let your heart not fail 
 
 That throbs enkindled by the purest blood ; 
 Our sires stood it, weather we the gale. 
 
 Our story flows, of tears and gore a flood. 
 Of mothers slain, of slaughter'd babes and maids; 
 
 Bless Him who chose us to be thus alone 
 The wearers of the wreath that never fades, 
 
 The sovereign subjects of the Highest Throne. 
 
 " Who counts the millions vegetating here 
 
 With birthright trampled for a bed and meal? 
 The multitudes are yok'd by force or fear, 
 
 And even Science falters in her zeal, 
 If Truth endanger idols old or dear, 
 
 Her bolder thought in clearness to reveal ; 
 But when, since Abram chopp'd his father's gods, 
 
 Since Rachel stole her sire's teraphim, 
 Did Hebrews yield to menaces or rods, 
 
 Or slight their faith to please a tyrant's whim ? 
 Enslaved the Jew, immovable his mind. 
 
 The lion's den, the thumbscrew he defies, 
 He would not worship idols with the blind. 
 
 In jail he rots and in slow fires dies ; 
 
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 He shall now learn to leave dear homes behind, 
 
 He will and must bring this great sacrifice. 
 Much found have they, who Life's elixir found, 
 
 Who know the thing superior to all things, 
 Who, bound in body, are in soul unbound, 
 
 Who reverence none except the King of kings ; 
 Them wound who may, invulnerable as air, 
 
 Their spirit's might disdaining iron bars, 
 Unconquer'd here, unconquer'd everywhere. 
 
 Unmatched great, enduring with the stars. 
 Obscure their tale, whose lives the legends paint 
 
 As holy men, who raved and fasted too, 
 The fable celebrates the martyr'd saint, 
 
 The world is teeming with the martyr'd Jew. 
 
 " Like other exiles, brothers, I shall mourn 
 
 The loss of home, associations dear ; 
 A son of Spain, in Andalusia born. 
 
 The grandsire's tomb, and cherish'd kinsfolk near ; 
 A sky so sunny, breezes soft and sweet. 
 
 And Nature's bounties shower'd from the skies, 
 Ah, nowhere will the roving exile meet. 
 
 In Spain we lose our earthly paradise. 
 
 "Yet what of that. Probation is our span 
 Of durance in this withering guise we wear. 
 
 To live a hero and to die a man 
 
 The Hebrew ventured, and tlie Jew shall dare, 
 
 And ye, O, leaders do the fire fan 
 
 In those who, suffering, Judah's banner bear ! " 
 
220 THE QUEST OP COLUMBUS. 
 
 Still other voices in succession flow, 
 
 Still unabated Ardor stirs each lieart, 
 The speech is fire, for the speakers glow, 
 
 Combined they cry, "Depart we all, depart." 
 Renowned they, who speak with might and main, 
 
 Among them Quikatilla towers high, 
 And Yabetz, Zakut, famous lights of Spain, 
 
 All urge departure and forget to sigh. 
 But useless waste Combustion to enhance, 
 
 When all is fire, burning to the core ; 
 The fort defended needed no defense 
 
 In thousand storms, will stand five thousand more. 
 Yet tho' they said the best they had to say, 
 
 Unsolved the problem seem'd, for none could tell 
 The wisest method or the safest way 
 
 Till thou hast spoken, wise Abarbanel. 
 
 "Well have ye justified our highest claim 
 
 The chosen of the chosen here to be, 
 Yea, chosen long to wear the badge of Shame, 
 
 Yet chosen sure, ay, chosen martyrs we. 
 Thus ever whelmed, ever bent in grief, 
 
 Red spectres hovering above our head ; 
 Faith be our comfort. Death is our relief. 
 
 Why fear the grave when life is fraught with dread ? 
 No, tight our heirloom hold our days are brief, 
 
 Our God unknown, ay me! the world is mad. 
 Jehovah yield, that Moloch's rule prevail? 
 
 The madman died, who thought this would occur; 
 Why not the moon, why not the sun assail, 
 
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 Why not from Azure constellations tear? 
 Wipe out a people who resisted Rome 
 
 AVhen continents submitted to her yoke, 
 A race that broke the neck of Heathendom 
 
 And thro' whom God to all the races spoke, 
 A race whose course the wisest fills with awe, 
 
 As if the Universe reveal'd to them 
 Those awfijl mysteries no vision saw, 
 
 Till prophets dream'd in old Jerusalem, 
 Nor Spain hath might nor any power far. 
 
 Old Rome is dead, the canker eats new Rome ; 
 In dazzling splendor, graven on a star, 
 
 Our fame eradiates from Heaven's dome. 
 
 " I say to Sorrow : * Come and fill my breast 
 
 And cleanse my frailties with thy chastening rod.' 
 I rather forfeit my sublunar rest 
 
 Than shirk a duty I owe to my God. 
 His Will be done, who ever sees both ends. 
 
 Ordains our being and directs our course; 
 We knowing Him and what His Law commands, 
 
 Shall never bow before unheavenly Force. 
 I know my fl^esh decays and wrinkles fast, 
 
 I know that Earth reclaims her share in me, 
 I know that dust descendeth to the dust. 
 
 And know that life means pain and misery ; 
 But well I know, that God is ever just. 
 
 Of all the good and just the Justest He. 
 When seasons change the Autumn seems decay, 
 
 When north-winds blow the life-congealing breath, 
 
228 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Cold Winter nurses yet the buds of May 
 
 And Flora sleeps, for Nature knows no death. 
 The atom made when Time her flight began 
 
 Imperishable lasts as rock and wave, 
 The things done liere continue with the sun, 
 
 The soul receives her meed beyond the grave ; 
 Devoid of Faith I could this woe not bear. 
 
 How could I honor those who call'd me forth 
 Into a w^orld where men each other tear 
 
 And Love seems colder than the frozen North ? 
 
 " Now, wdiither go ? ye ask, and who shall lead ? 
 
 Each flock their leader follow where he goes ; 
 One help the other in the hour of need, 
 
 And ease the burden of a brother's woes ; 
 Let Faith and Charity our exiles guide, 
 
 The monks oppose who tempt the poor to stay ; 
 And wise it w^ere the masses to divide 
 
 To lead them timely ^on their chosen way. — 
 Suggest a prudent use of humble wear, 
 
 Lest, eager to preserve some gorgeous gear 
 The outlaw'd wanderers the greedy stir 
 
 To bloody acts with none to interfer^e. 
 Unprepossess'd am I for any shore, 
 
 Nor would I any region safe commend. 
 Yet should I shun the strand of Afric's Moor, 
 
 Who, lawdess-wild, is not the Hebrew's friend, 
 Upon the seas as pirate thirsts for gore, 
 
 On strangers on his coast lays murderous hand.- 
 To aid the poor our w^ealthy need no spurn, 
 
A people's exile. 229 
 
 What can they do with wealth they cannot move. 
 Nor into golden coin or silver turn, 
 
 Or load the shoulder while they homeless rove? 
 Let those wlio go, the danger being grea,t, 
 
 On ^\'onders count, for wonders never cease ; 
 Wherever Faith, there opens Heaven's gate, j 
 
 Wherever Hope, there is a world of peace. > 
 
 Yea, to your uttermost your wills exert 
 
 Till few are left unwilling to depart. 
 For it behooves you, friends, to be alert 
 
 And never watch relax, until ye start. 
 
 "Right glad were I your labors to divide, 
 
 Nay, happy, could unhazardous I lead 
 A myriad into Banishment as guide, 
 
 When guidance means the triumj^h of our creed ; 
 But, whether wise or no, I durst address 
 
 A scathing censure, which perforce will sting 
 The cruel authors of our new distress — ■ 
 
 It vengeance conjures on Spain's Queen and King. 
 Our Keeper slumbers not, I wrote thus plain. 
 
 Whose Justice, fire-winged, descends in time, 
 And evil-breeding will alight on Spain, 
 
 To leave a burning curse for every crime ; 
 For better were it never to be born 
 
 Than bathe in tears and blood, and be the cause 
 Of horrid outrage, wounds by devils torn, 
 
 For naught diviner than a monk's applause. 
 Did Egypt's host not perish in the sea, 
 
 Sennacherib's legions not in death congeal? 
 
230 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Was Hainan's end not black ignominy, 
 
 Did Rome not perish with her might of steei? — 
 O, who will blame an aching heart that sighs 
 
 Abhorrent of the hand that ruthless smites, 
 Or blame the victim writhing in agonies, 
 
 AVho, cut and stung, the bloody hangman bites ! 
 Be Patience godly. Silence j)recious gold. 
 
 Both are Dishonor when a man should speak 
 In Honor's name, why leave a truth untold, 
 
 On dire foemen why no vengeance wreak? — 
 Accursed Spain indebted to our thrift 
 
 For treasure lavish'd in her endless wars, 
 May never thou in peace thy ensigns lift. 
 
 Thy faith be flame, thy priests inquisitors. 
 The day shall come when in that self-same hell, 
 
 For Hebrews kindled by a cursed hand, 
 Thou wilt bewail the reign of Isabel, 
 
 Bequeathing thee that hellish firebrand 
 Which, unextinguished, thy marrow shall 
 
 Consume, and blast the splendors of thy land ; 
 Then will the Hebrew rise and singing tell 
 
 His people's woe, who nowhere found a friend I 
 
 " Short hours are mine, within a day or two 
 My message will the heartless Monarchs reach, 
 
 Who will resent the curses of the Jew, 
 And would my age a gory lesson teach, 
 
 If I, imprudent, flying hence defer 
 
 To give my head the executioner. 
 
 Thus close we, brothers, ere the sable veils 
 
A people's exile. 231 
 
 Of Tvviliglit lieave in sight with night arrear • 
 Part we in Hope, tlio' Grief tlie heart assails, 
 
 Part we in Faith, here ends not our career. 
 Arise, Jeshuruii, deathless race arise, 
 
 Thy light shall shine, and kings obey thy word; 
 Cheer up and strive, for tliine are earth and skies. 
 
 The banner thine of the Supremest Lord ! 
 
 " Thy foes shall vanish, like the molten snow, 
 
 Their scions blusli, who are thy cause of tears, 
 The world shall brighten, thou shalt have no foe, 
 
 And see thy sons extoll'd above the peers 
 Of mighty empires, and man shall know, 
 
 That powers granted from celestial spheres 
 No earthly might can frustrate here below ! 
 Yea, Gog and Magog, now enthroned high, 
 
 As crippled Dagon, will downtrodden bray, 
 It is our lot to suffer and to sigh. 
 
 The night be ours, our sons shall see the day. 
 
 " O ! fair Iberia, an Eden meant to be 
 
 By Him whose Bounty dress'd thee like a wreath, 
 As from a charnel I thy havens flee. 
 
 Thy frown is fearful, pestilence thy breath ; 
 The Hebrew's curse, the Arab's misery. 
 
 Once dear to both, their Valley now of Death, 
 Farewell, poor land, I see thy fearful night, 
 
 The Great Avenger will our prayers hear, 
 Thy lustre wither and thy glories blight, 
 
 And blood will flow for every exile's tear ! " 
 
2:52 
 
 'I'll!'; (jiKosT or' coLiiMr.tis. 
 
 Tlid elders i'(»s(! iiinl, like ;i, lilini l)i'()(i(I 
 ()l loving' sons, w'lio lioiKH- fnt lierliodd, 
 
 Seeiiijj; Ali;irl)!iiiel \v;is Ixiiiiid lo ^i), 
 In silence ;i;!illier'(l :iii<l in soi'i'ow stood 
 
 Around liini, overconK^ willi speechless \vo(^, 
 
 Till /\l)oid) }:;,'i.v(! condoii, in ;i. ;j,1o\v 
 or lieiuifelt liiiei'iuice no lie;iit, uillisiood ; 
 
 TliCHo words lui spoke, Ins eyes did overOow. 
 
 "And Jire we hopeless or|»li;ins (luil y^' hend 
 
 In j^riel" ;nid fenr, ;is if our (Jod wns wenk, 
 And no S;d\;i(ion conld I lis hiillirnl send 
 
 ()r lend llieni hen venvv.'iid I li ro' desei'ls hleidv? 
 Ay, rn^|;('d is the ro;id nllollcd ns, 
 
 An<l lliorny p;il hw.'iys hrnnch out everyvvjiy, 
 Yei, as jjiro' denlli llie jnsl lo lle;i\cn |);iss, 
 
 And ;is (he dnrkesi, Iiolii' precedes llie <l.'iy, 
 >So e\'ei' Isrncl in his (lodwnrd lli^lil 
 
 Such he Mis Will, whom we llie ()n(! j)roclnini— 
 M'liro' d.'ii'k ness passes to unhiding" li}2,hl, 
 
 'Thro' dealhlnl trials lo a. deaihless fame. 
 March I'orlli and sirive with nmliniinisird zeal, 
 
 The liea\cns lia\'e halm all i 'lal ills to sootiie, 
 
 The llesli he suhjecl, to Hie s|>iril's will. 
 
 And life he sacialiced tor ( Jod and Truth!" 
 
 " l*\)r (J(td and Truth!" resi»;ii'd the eldei's cry, 
 Old I'riends eudirace, the sentiment is keen, 
 
 'Jdie <j;list(inin;j; tear han^s S|iarklinsi; in the vye, 
 The sun descends on this pathetic scen(>. 
 
A VK(>V\A<: S h;\ILlC. 
 
 2:^3 
 
 Well (loiK! your tuskn, hruvci cliiof.s, who vvroii^lil. it. well 
 
 Wlicii, flowing iiiwAfd, <iiw('l('iiliiig y(^ 
 'V\\i' Moodliouiids fou^lil, of 'r(tr(|ii('iii;i<l;i's licll, 
 
 Wlioso baits vvcri; iii;i(l(i hy l^ic !um1 rcrjiiry, 
 I nsiiiiii^;' liciivcii l(» siidi iis vvoiilil siibiiiil, 
 
 To lioly (Ii-()|)S ;il, llic l>;i|)(isiiiiil (oiilil, 
 And sciidiiiji; siicli |(» IIk' inlVninl |>il. 
 
 As lioiii!ig(!d 'ri'iilJi i'(!V(';d'd on Siiuu's Mount. 
 
 All, trinni|)li dc;ii', ;il;is! {\\(' l,ini(^ dnl find 
 'Idio iiiyriuds rviu\y lianishnicnt to liM'(! 
 
 With l)nnnng luiuris iind ;in<!;nisli in (,li(i niind, 
 Willi J)(!ii,ih ill siglil, and iloiror in his I race. 
 
 I'rid" records 1, heirs, ye(, nnieh they Icll in hrief, 
 
 JIow i'liigiKi ami P'aiiiine, l(a,|K! and Mnrdei' sl(iw, 
 (iniat innidx'rs (lying, how I hey ('anie lo (ir-jef 
 
 Un[)iiie(| hy aii ag(! nor kind nor Iriie, 
 Who one in Haired^ mad in i(s heliel', 
 
 Coinhined l-o shiy (he r'enniani, of (Ik; .lew. 
 But TI(! on high did oiherwisc! ordain, 
 
 And, like Hinisc^ir, Ilis Will endures for aye, 
 'Jdie Jew is (Jna'c, and (here is erund)ling S|>a,in, 
 
 Ih; s|)rea(l in vigor, sin; the naiions' play; 
 Six; hoasis of glories, hut her hoast is vain, 
 
 A tool of Nigld., she fears (Ik; rising day. 
 
BOOK IX. 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 The Ocean's mystery. The people of Palos watch the depart- 
 ure of the armada and pray for its return. They, wlio helped 
 Columbus to overcome interposed difficulties. The indications of 
 impending trouble with the crew. Their dejection on losing 
 sight of the Canary Islands. Luis de Torres, whose wonder-tales 
 divert the crew. The legend of Roderick the Goth. The wizards 
 who guard the entrance to the magic tower built by Alcides. 
 The mystery of the tower and Roderick's determination to solve 
 it. Urbino's warning unheeded by the King. Florinda's outrage, 
 and the resolution of her parents to avenge their daughter's 
 shame. Columbus on Florinda and her tragic fate. An awful 
 meteor bursts in the air. Ruiz presages evil, unless the armada 
 returned. Columbus disposes of his evil jirophecy in a manner 
 that embitters the pilot. Clouds mistaken for land. Ruiz attempts 
 to foster discontent among the sailors. The minstrel tells, how 
 Roderick proceeded to explore the secret of the tower. The gate 
 opens at a touch of the King's hand. The terrific figure that bars 
 the entrance to the main edifice. They enter and the secret 
 is learned. Don Roderick and his suit fly in terror from appal- 
 ling sights. Nature in convulsions. Toledo is shaken to her 
 foundation. The King's terrific dream. Urbino advises Roderick 
 to close the tower. The King's advance to do so. An eagle 
 sets the magic structure on fire which is consumed in no time. 
 What followed. The lesson Columbus draws from the strange 
 tale. 
 
 Hail Ocean, undiminish'd primal flood, 
 Unnumber'd cycles o'er thy waters run, 
 
 Ere, brooding on thy deep, Almighty God 
 From Chaos hove the wonder of the sun 
 
 (235) 
 
236 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Who feeds this orb and cheers the son of clod, 
 
 And countless lives that crawl or bound thereon. 
 Stupendous in thy grandeur, vast and pure, 
 
 The Spirit who thy mighty bosom stirs 
 Intended thee with Azure to endure, 
 
 A rolling mirror of the Universe; 
 Thou, witness of the hoary things that were 
 
 Since Time is on her wing, and things that be, 
 Wilt see the fruitage pregnant ages bear, 
 
 The atom knowing and the Galaxy; 
 Were speech thy gift who would thy tale not crave. 
 
 Not learn the story never utter'd here ! 
 Yea, worlds, great Ocean, buried in thy wave, 
 
 Had on this planet run their long career. 
 Before man rose, created for the grave, 
 
 To long and sigh for some immortal sphere. 
 No eye beheld what thy abysses hide 
 
 Of wither'd things uneaten by the worm, 
 Of bones decayed, of creatures petrified, 
 
 Armadas sunk in battle or in storm ; 
 But on thy shores who, seeing, cannot see 
 
 New powers rise and, warring, claim control 
 Of empii'es thy generosity 
 
 Left unsubmerged by thy whelming roll ! 
 Who counts the battles waged on thy shore ? 
 
 Thy angry billows mix w^th mortal blood, 
 Thy sacred sands are often stain'd with gore; 
 
 Yet unpolluted thou, majestic flood. 
 As ether purifying the impure ; 
 
 Thy touch is thrilling and thy breath is bliss, 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 237 
 
 The Eden where the righteous rest secure 
 Betwixt the sun must be and thy abyss; 
 
 With sky and stars thy glories will endure, 
 Thou source of life and sweet felicities. 
 
 " Sail on, adventurous mariners, sail on. 
 
 May friendly winds and kindly spirits guard 
 Your going out, until ye light upon 
 
 The realms ye seek, that fame be your reward." 
 Thus Juan Perez prayerfully cries, 
 
 While men and women, crowded on the shore. 
 The fading vessels watching, strain their eyes. 
 
 Believe to see them still, but see no more 
 The " Santa Maria," altho' the largest she 
 
 That bore the Admiral and wore his flags ; 
 The most commodious of the sailing three, 
 
 She but a while behind the others lags. 
 Then all is lost to sight and tears are shed 
 
 For dear ones gone by dear ones left at home, 
 These mourning those, as if among the dead ; 
 
 The mystic West, so long the sailor's doom 
 Both Palos and Huelva fills with dread ; 
 
 The towns and neighborhood are sunk in gloom, 
 So many houses miss the ruling head. 
 
 The child unanswer'd asks : " Will father come ? " 
 
 Had ye not holpen, Pinzons, generous brave, 
 The great discoverer to pave his way, 
 
 When royal mandates scant assistance gave, 
 Who knows, how long he waiting had to stay 
 
238 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Before the people, hating the decree 
 
 To back an emprise thitherto untried, 
 Would yield to Force or bow to Royalty, 
 
 Whom sullen they at first all help denied. 
 Now, all is well, Columbus, Patience won 
 
 Her triumph over Hindrance and Delay ; 
 Thyself an Admiral, a page thy son, 
 
 A squadron thy directions to obey, 
 Naught else remains, since westward on the sea 
 
 Thy caravels progress with bulging sails, 
 Thy goal to reach but the discovery. 
 
 Now that at last unfought thy will prevails. 
 Unf ought ! not yet, alas ! it shall not be, 
 
 Wherever thou, some adversaries rise, 
 Or base Ingratitude or Dastardy, 
 
 Or some impostor to contend thy prize. 
 
 But who, thou being undisputed Chief of all 
 
 The crews and pilots under thy command, 
 Durst thee defiance bid, great Admiral, 
 
 Thus on the Ocean stream afar from land ? 
 First Rascon and Quintero, loath to find 
 
 Their " Pinta " and themselves by force controlled^ 
 Gave early token of an evil mind 
 
 While yet on shore among the crews enrolled, 
 Fomenting tumults to be left behind, 
 
 And, unsuccessful, on the Ocean galled 
 The generous Chief, still planning to defeat 
 
 The expedition by unmanly wiles ; 
 Thus " Pinta's " broken rudder held the fleet 
 
SAILING WESTWAKD. 239 
 
 For nineteen days at the Canary Isles. 
 And when at length they westward stood from shore, 
 
 When Ferro's outlines faded from the eye 
 And every league still far and farther bore 
 
 The fleet with nothing round but sea and sky, 
 The stoutest seamen felt their courage shrink. 
 
 Pale faces turned rearward full of pain, 
 With folded hand some on their knees did sink 
 
 Beseeching Heaven to see their homes again. 
 While others did of naught but ruin think 
 
 And self-compassioned cried : "Farewell, O, Spain! " 
 
 These morbid symptoms will, Columbus knew, 
 
 Ere long assume the aspect he did fear, 
 Unless Diversion could divert the crew, 
 
 Beguile the timid, and the gloomy cheer. 
 Thus Luis de Torres, a Maranno Jew, 
 
 A gifted bard, who singing drew the tear, 
 The Admiral requested tales to tell 
 
 Of battles or adventures to beguile 
 The tedious hours, while winds the ships propel, 
 
 The idle seamen brooding all the while 
 On airy bubbles thoughtless fears beget ; 
 
 Since Reason fail'd their terrors to allay 
 It wiser seem'd their appetites to whet 
 
 For something new, that would the feeling sway; 
 He would the service enter as a debt, 
 
 And in due time the effort well repay. — 
 Luis de Torres answers : " A}^ Senor ; 
 
 The coming eve I shall unfold my skill ; 
 
240 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The tale may be of Christian, Jew or Moor, 
 
 Of grief or woe, in Aragon or Castile ; 
 What matters this? I have my harp with me 
 
 And burning anguish smoulders in my breast, 
 I saw my people's great calamity, 
 
 But wanted strength to suffer with the best ; 
 My lot is sad, and sadness is my breath, 
 
 I hate to live thus tortured in the soul, 
 I hate this world and longing wait for Death, 
 
 And if I sing or play ni}^ tune is dole. 
 Yea, strange, Seiior, I hail with joy the vast, 
 
 The monster of the deep I fear much less, 
 Much less the whirlpool and the sweeping blast, 
 
 Than monstrous priests, who grace and love profess, 
 Degrade mankind to glut their wolfish lust. 
 
 The guiltless outrage and the weak oppress. 
 Ay, sing I will, but strike the sadder chord 
 
 Of Love in bondage. Honor driven mad, 
 Astonish'd armies smitten by the sword. 
 
 Of Guilt and Vengeance by Dishonor fed. 
 Not mine the lay the amorous troubadour. 
 
 Great ladies pleasing, sang long years ago, 
 If there be truth in legendary lore, 
 
 I still prefer the tale of real woe. — 
 
 " The sun is sinking yonder down the sea, 
 Methinks the waters and the Azure burn, 
 
 He goes adown, Seiior, and so do we. 
 
 But he will rise and we might yet return. 
 
 Avaunt, pale Fear^ why dread the peaceful sleep. 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 241 
 
 That knows no day, why fear the dark in sight? 
 Come Death on land or come he on the deep, 
 
 A welcome angel he who says: 'Good night.' — 
 Pardon, Senor, if I awhile withdraw, 
 
 Attuned, I never touch'd a string in vain, 
 My instrument is out of tune, I know, 
 
 With setting night I shall be up again; 
 The chords shall sigh, vibrating to and fro. 
 
 And you will hear the wonder-tale of Spain." 
 
 Now Twilight settles and the hour grows dim, 
 
 The rougher eastwind softens to a breeze, 
 The hour hath come to sing the vesper hymn ; 
 
 The seamen sang, then came an hour of peace ; 
 And from above, mysterious deep as He, 
 
 Whose brilliant constellations one by one 
 Sprung from the bosom of Immensity, 
 
 The hosts of heaven underneath His Throne, 
 Their distant glimmer on the waters throw. 
 
 The boatswain speaks in a subdued tone, 
 A mystic silence thrills the soul with awe. 
 And as when straying children catch a sound 
 
 Not unfamiliar to the greedy ear, 
 But unexpected on deserted ground. 
 
 Surprised startle and with pleasure hear 
 
 The dulcet strain that conquers every fear, 
 So at the notes the mariners astound, 
 As Luis de Torres breaks the solemn night ; 
 
 He strikes the harp, his touch imparts a thrill 
 Of sacred awe and spiritual delight 
 
242 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 To all aboard, who hear and wonder still, 
 Whether a merman with some dark design 
 
 Attempted thus the senses of the crew, 
 Or whether human were those sounds divine, 
 
 The man a minstrel of the rarest few. 
 And as the tune is follow'd by a strain 
 
 Of rhythmic speech, recounting woes of old, 
 The seamen knew he was a son of Spain 
 
 And listen'd gladsome while this tale was told, 
 
 " Five hundred knights in blazing armor shone. 
 
 Like stars they stood, amid them, as the sun, 
 Don Roderick sate high on his pompous Throne ; 
 
 A prouder Sovereign never gazed upon 
 A prouder Court ; yet not the same was he, 
 
 The Gothic Ruler whose portentous frown 
 Deep shades of gloom cast on his chivalry ; 
 
 Their lustre paled before a cheerless Crown. 
 ' Let in the wizards, whosoever they 
 
 That bring a message, be it good or evil ; 
 Great Heaven's orders monarchs must obey, 
 
 Receive the angel or confound the devil.' 
 
 " The doors swing open, curtains fly aside. 
 Two figures enter wondrous old and white. 
 
 Advance unf earing with majestic stride ; 
 
 Broad cinctures girdle round their mantles bright,, 
 
 On which inwrought the stars of Zodiac shine ; 
 Their beards descend like waterfalls of spray, 
 
 With ivy leaves their white locks intertwine. 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 243 
 
 111 hollow sockets roll their eyes of gray. 
 ' What have ye, wizards, say ? ' the King commands. 
 
 ' Who sends you hither with yon strings of keys 
 That hang in heaps beneath your bony hands ? 
 
 If aught ye know of truth or mysteries 
 Reveal unfearing, men, what we should know, 
 
 For evil tidings ye shall go unblamed, 
 For good we favors on your age bestow ; 
 
 Have leave to speak, we want your errand named/ 
 Hereat the wizards bow before the Throne, 
 
 Each lays his hand upon his bunch of keys, 
 They speak as if their voices were but one. 
 
 The King looks earnest, earnest his grandees. 
 
 " ' We know, O, King ! that when this earth was young 
 
 Immortal powers mortal beauty loved. 
 Then great Alcides into being sprung. 
 
 Who from their base the rocks of Calpe moved 
 To make that Strait thro' which Atlantic flows 
 
 Into the Inland grandly spreading Sea, 
 What time he built — our secret record shows — 
 
 That magic tower, Toledo's mystery, | 
 
 And made our sires guardians of the trust . | 
 
 Which hides an awful secret from the eye; j 
 
 And of their lineage, King, we are the last 
 
 Who guard its entrance into which to pry 
 Some kings attempted in the early past, 
 
 But found it fateful to attempt the sky. 
 No human hand could such a structure raise 
 
 Prodigious high and lustrous as a jewel ; 
 
244 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Four brazen lions are the tower's base, 
 
 The shape is round, its finish beautiful, 
 While mystic symbols, wrought into the wall. 
 
 Of marvels tell magicians to astound ; 
 The rash intruder horrid shrieks appal, 
 
 No mortal ear may stand the dreadful sound, 
 "Which rings terrific, as an angry hell. 
 
 Chilling the blood, the marrow in the cave. 
 Thus even Csesar durst not break the spell. 
 
 Too wise a man the sullen Fates to brave ; 
 Since were a daring ruler once to wake 
 
 The terrors which therein enchanted lie, 
 He would Hispania's proud dominion break 
 
 Her people ruin, himself a vagrant die. — 
 That spell to chain Alcides left his will : 
 
 Each monarch who shall rule in his domain. 
 Shall to his tower's gate add lock and seal 
 
 To ward off dismal times from noble Spain. 
 That this be done, O King, we humbly pray. 
 
 Lest clouds obscure the brightness of thy rule, 
 Thy welfare bids the custom to obey ; 
 
 To shirk our office were undutiful.' 
 
 " Don Roderick's brow, unsoften'd, gathers thought, 
 His knights astonish'd the strange message hear, 
 
 The wizards' bearing seems with evil fraught, 
 Their voices rattle and inspire fear. 
 
 And what they say, as if by magic wrought, 
 Like ghostly echoes vibrate in the ear. 
 
 'To-morrow, wizards, who may now depart — 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 245 
 
 To-morrow, cavaliers,' the King replies; 
 *Ye shall the wonder see of mystic art 
 
 And know the King who Hercules defies.* — 
 Yet not uncompanied the King remains, 
 
 The highest priest Toledo honors stays, 
 The old Urbino, whom a word detains ; 
 
 His tested prudence Roderick's temper sways ; 
 The Bishop's counsel at the conclave reigns, 
 
 Whom the young Monarch filial homage pays. 
 
 "'The tower, Bishop, never enter'd since 
 
 The pagan Libyan shut it with a spell, 
 Shall ope its portal to a Christian prince 
 
 Unframed to quail before the arts of Hell ; 
 I mean, Senor, the tower's hoard to see 
 
 The devil owns, that should to use be given ; 
 If not a treasure, what that mystery 
 
 Thus hid in darkness from the light of Heaven?* 
 The royal Goth concludes, Urbino sighs 
 
 Alarmed at the rashness he would blame 
 "Were not a king the one who seeks advice, 
 
 A sage the other, who did often tame 
 Impetuous Youth by a restraining word ; 
 
 Too wise a man mad Hardihood to scare 
 By threatening horrors in the tower stored 
 
 He thus implores Don Roderick to beware: 
 'Beware of Mystery, my son, man's right 
 
 And rule encompass things he knows and sees, 
 Not such as buried lie in awful night ; 
 
 God hides His horrors to preserve our peace. 
 
246 THE QUEST OF COLUxMBUS. 
 
 Thank Providence who helped thee redress 
 
 Thy people's wrong, avenge thy father's eyes, 
 Thy kinsmen's blood Witiza's wickedness 
 
 Had shed no more to Heaven for vengeance cries. 
 Safe on thy Throne, prosperity around. 
 
 The forge, the plough, the loom and mart in sv.-ing, 
 A warrior nation, but no warlike sound. 
 
 And princely vassals, who their tributes bring, 
 Why conjure powers held by magic bound, 
 
 Why Destiny forestall, 0, valiant King? 
 How little even do the knowing know 
 
 Of things the eye contemplates day by dayl 
 Mysterious is the plant and brute that grow, 
 
 Mysterious still when plant and brute decay; 
 Mysterious spheres we see in ether glow. 
 
 Mysterious laws the earth and heaven sway; 
 And, as to spirits here and in the skies. 
 
 Like Space and Time, we penetrate in vain 
 Into the Mystery of mysteries. 
 
 Age after age tlie search begins again ; 
 For as in the beginning God alone 
 
 The secrets knew hoar Chaos hid and Night, 
 So in His Grace He made the Evil-one 
 
 And his domain invisible to sight. 
 Else shapes of horror turned into stone 
 
 The race of man that perish'd with affright. 
 Good angels guard us while those cohorts black 
 
 Distribute ills and revel in foul things. 
 In league with Sin they strive this world to wreck 
 
 Abhor each birth that joy and virtue brings ; 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 247 
 
 The air they poison, Plague is in their track, 
 
 They madden kingdoms, tempt the noblest kings 
 To break some law that sets their malice free, 
 
 When, worse than tigers breaking thro' the cage, 
 They spring in legions and with hellish glee 
 
 Destruction scatter in appalling rage. 
 Forbear, Monarch, agents to unchain. 
 
 Who, once at large, no power can control ; 
 Still undisturbed guard the weal of Spain, 
 
 The secret slumber, while the ages roll.' 
 
 "As if in answer to Urbino's plea. 
 
 The King and priest are startled by a howl, 
 A howling laugh, like demon's mockery; 
 
 Don Roderick stares, the Bishop says : ' An owl,— 
 An owl, good Lord ! I never heard its like — 
 
 A laughing owl ! ' The Monarch says : ' Good night,' 
 The sentinels their midnight signal strike, 
 
 All windows darken, one continues bright. — 
 
 " Florinda's window that ; why up so late. 
 
 Count Julian's daughter, and why thus in tears? 
 Most lovely thou among the maids of State, 
 
 Thy father ranking high among the peers , 
 In thee brave Roderick worships Beauty's flower. 
 
 His heart is thine, his paradise thy room, 
 What meditates thy soul at this late hour? 
 
 Why at this hour with thee thy faithful groom? — 
 Hear, maidens fallen, mates of Shame and Vice, 
 
 Florinda's outrage drowned Spain in blood ; 
 
248 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Terrific grim the vengeful Furies rise 
 
 'Gainst Villainy that rapes weak Maidenhood ; 
 But angels weep and Virtue hides her face 
 
 When virgin Beauty in her sweetest mold, 
 The fairest creature sent this earth to grace, 
 
 Compacts with Lust, proposing to be sold. 
 Thy fame, Florinda, equals Helen's fame, 
 
 But noble thou, Troy's shameless harlot she; 
 Thy blighted blossom is Don Roderick's shame, 
 
 A hiss for her, Compassion's tear for thee. 
 
 " ' Hear me, Lorenzo, treasure every word — 
 
 I would to God, thou hadst the wing to fly — 
 To tell Count Julian, thy magnanimous lord. 
 
 His daughter's shame, her burning agony ; 
 Disgrace, Disgrace, the beastly Roderick brought 
 
 On me, our house, — Lorenzo tell him this — 
 Don Roderick treats me like a slave he bought, 
 
 Florinda feeds his carnal villainies ! 
 No more, thou knowest all, away, away ! 
 
 Thou hast a sister, act in her defense. 
 If thou be slow, thou shalt for grace not pray, 
 
 Fly to avenge a maiden's innocence ! 
 Inhuman King, a Ruler and a ghoul ! 
 
 So bland in manner and so foul in guile, 
 So lost to Honor, so depraved in soul. 
 
 If this be kingly was Witiza vile? 
 Hie thee, I burn, Florinda faded fast. 
 
 To Ceuta speed, lay this in father's hand ; 
 Tell mother, too, our happiness is past, 
 
SAILING WESTWAKD. 249 
 
 May Heaven's curse on Roderick's head descend ! ' 
 Lorenzo bows : ' I saddle straight my steed 
 
 And swear, dear lady, neither sleep nor bread 
 Shall nurse my body nor delay my speed, 
 
 Before Count Julian's eye this message read.* 
 
 " A lonely rider speeds thro' night and wind, 
 
 As tho' for life Lorenzo seaward flees. 
 He town and hamlet flying leaves behind 
 
 And rests no moment till he Ceuta sees. 
 Count Julian trembles with repressed wrath — ■ 
 
 ' Florinda ! dastard — wretch — a father swears ! ' — 
 He cries exasperated, pants for breath, 
 
 Then Count and Countess Roderick's bosom curse. 
 * My daughter's outrage. Count,' Frandina cries, 
 
 * Shall soon the sword of Nemesis unsheathe, 
 Myself and kindred I shall sacrifice. 
 
 If thou be soft, I deathful venom breathe ; 
 Thou shalt behold a trampled mother lead 
 
 Inflamed legions to a deadly strife. 
 Let Vengeance rage, and Spain to death shall bleed, 
 
 Florinda's mother is Count Julian's wife ! '" 
 
 " Florinda's fate," Columbus interjects, 
 
 " The spirit saddens, humbles human pride, 
 
 To see man's majesty the vile defects 
 Of brute creation with the beast divide. 
 
 Unhinges faith in greatness hard to miss. 
 "Whom trust or honor if the great be false ? 
 
 If kings resort to villainous infamies 
 
250 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And Virtue violate within their walls ? 
 I hold it sinful over things to brood 
 
 Which, as the spider in Almighty's plan, 
 Or as the venomous reptile in the wood, 
 
 Are for some purpose here unknown to man ; 
 But in my bosom, ready to revolt, 
 
 A feeling wakes unconquerably strong. 
 That would invoke just Heaven's thunderbolt 
 
 To shatter instruments of earthly wrong, 
 That blur endowments of potential might, 
 
 The gift of thought, the magic of the tongue, 
 The sceptre's awe, the sovereign's sacred right, 
 A kindlier age, a juster time will come, 
 
 A sounder reasoning, a gentler mood, 
 Bespeaking mercy for those creatures dumb 
 
 Now cut or stung, or wallowing in blood, 
 The human hand inflicting wound and sting 
 
 In greed or malice on a helpless brood. 
 Dissecting limb by limb while quivering, 
 
 As if hyenas nurs'd us in the wood. 
 Abominable this ! yet murders worse 
 
 Are perpetrated by the deadly steel. 
 When brothers, heedless of the ancient curse. 
 
 Each other's manhood trample under heel; 
 Or drunk with lust, inebriate with vice. 
 
 The fiend incarnate match in brutal deed. 
 Devotion strangle at her sanctuaries. 
 
 The mother outrage, make the infant bleed. — 
 The dream of human love so highly prized. 
 
 So fondly prophesied and sung with glee, 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 251 
 
 The dream of peace as yet unrealized, 
 
 Are visions sweet of Sacred Poesy, 
 And will be dreams as long as passions rage, 
 
 The sword is arbiter, and Mannnon lord ; 
 Astrsea fled with the Saturnian Age, 
 
 And Themis hates the havoc of the sword. 
 Love's rosy angel from the realms of bliss 
 
 With olive wand descends and smiling face, 
 His look is joy, a ravishment his kiss, 
 
 The sweets of earth are held in his embrace ; 
 And close behind another angel flies 
 
 Of moonlight lustre and congealing breath, 
 Celestial comforts glisten in his eyes, 
 
 Some call him Peace, and others call him Death ; 
 For Love and Peace, so rarely matched here, 
 
 Where selfish Greed the nobler thought absorbs, 
 Together dwell beyond this mortal sphere, 
 
 Two guardian powers in the blissful orbs." 
 
 Here, bursting earthward from the starry space 
 
 In glowing masses, like a shatter'd star 
 Of red and white, an all-inflaming blaze 
 
 Fell on the Ocean's waters leagues afar 
 From them who, stupefied, the wonder saw 
 
 No mariner had ever seen before ; 
 They next Columbus stood amazed with awe 
 
 On seeing this enormous meteor. 
 "Who saw the like? I have been long at sea," 
 
 The pilot said to those who wondering stood, 
 " But never, never such a })rodigy 
 
252 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Did I behold in any latitude 
 As this tremendous fire from on high ; 
 
 And that astounding change the compass shows 
 Doth something mean, a warning from the sky 
 
 To seek a shore before the danger grows." 
 
 To him the Admiral impatient speaks : 
 
 " Too hasty verbiage this, too cheap advice 
 For one who, fearless, Truth and Honor seeks. 
 
 And means to find them at a sacrifice. 
 We must prepare yet stranger things to see 
 
 Than those we saw and which are not as strange 
 As will appear the great discovery 
 
 That will make distant kingdoms interchange 
 Whatever God hath given them to give 
 
 Of precious things in matter or in soul; 
 And thus will spread Salvation, I believe, 
 
 Disseminated to the utmost pole. 
 The world without reflects our world within, 
 
 One sees the pictures of his gloomy thought 
 In all creation, and is bound to glean, 
 
 Instead of roses, herbs with poison fraught. 
 No matter what man's avocation be, 
 
 Diseas'd in mind his reason hath no sway, 
 Confusion drives him to Despondency, 
 
 A demon goads him on, he must obey. — 
 For days I stood the compass to observe, 
 
 Like you I saw that flame in mid-air spread, 
 I saw the needle deviate and swerve 
 
 And watching wonder'd, but I felt no dread. 
 
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 New wonders are but new, and that is why 
 
 They draw attention and inspire awe ; 
 But when did Nature suffer man to spy 
 
 Into the secrets of her mystic law? 
 "Who knows the agencies that move the globe, 
 
 The Ocean stir, and make volcanoes flame? 
 The milder wonders which in beauty robe 
 
 This multifarious world, who knows their name? 
 The poles the magnet govern, we maintain, 
 
 Yet here a problem Science hath to solve ; 
 The needle's deviation I explain 
 
 By ruling stars, which in the space revolve, 
 While in that outburst of ethereal glow 
 
 There is no warning but a meteor * 
 
 Of greater magnitude than those I saw 
 In warmer climates years and years ago. 
 
 But never dream'd of flying to a shore." 
 
 The seamen laugh, the pilot feels the hit; 
 
 He swallows gall and vows within his breast 
 To make his comrades hateful venom spit 
 
 And vex the Admiral, when farther West. 
 Columbus in his cabin finds repose, 
 
 The minstrel with his instrument retires, 
 Unheeded in their nooks the sailors doze 
 
 Between the deep and the supernal fires; 
 The vessels hurry on their westward course, 
 
 Each one in haste before the other speeds, 
 With early dawn a heavy shower pours, 
 
 And light is breaking on a sea of weeds; 
 
254 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 A sea of weeds the Admiral astounds, 
 
 "We sail on sunken rocks," the seamen cry; 
 Two hundred fathoms tho' the plummet sounds, 
 
 It strikes no bottom, but they often try. 
 A sea of green, and lo ! a tiny bird, 
 
 And there another ! — whence these creatures frail 
 That breed on land and are in orchards heard. 
 
 And seldom venture far into the gale? 
 And yonder northward, if it be no dream, 
 
 A range of rocks the naked eye discerns; 
 Like distant islands in the sun they gleam, 
 
 On them his eye Alonzo Pinzon turns. 
 
 " It must be land, Senor," he sends his voice, 
 
 "A massive bulk looms in the North remote. 
 What else but land?" The mariners rejoice. 
 
 The birds confirm it and the weeds afloat. 
 " Illusion, friend," Columbus answers plain ; 
 
 " No land to-day, no land for weeks to come ; 
 You see the vapor-mountains of the main 
 
 That fringe at sunset the horizon's dome." 
 
 Downhearted seamen watch the suns descend 
 
 And rise the moons, the watchmen are awake, 
 The weeds are dense, but far and wide no land. 
 
 On shoreless waves they see the mornings break ; 
 The helmsman whispers into eager ears 
 
 Dark tales of many a becalmed ship 
 That, caught in weedy seas no zephyr stirs. 
 
 With crews decayed, a graveyard on the deep. 
 
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 " Call me a fool," the wily Ruiz adds, 
 
 " For verily I am not one too wise. 
 Nor am I stuff that risk or hardship dreads, 
 
 Nor much inclin'd ill-omens to despise, 
 Which speak as voice and tongue in warning tone: 
 
 'Return, return before it be too late,' 
 Whereto our Chief replies : * Sail on, sail on.' 
 
 Is this not challenging, not scorning Fate? 
 Call me a coward, but I rather cast 
 
 My lot with Caution than with Madness blind ; 
 The compass lies? well, and that rotten mast 
 
 We saw adrift two hundred leagues behind? 
 Five weeks our ships the setting sun pursue, 
 
 What mariner did farther sail than we? 
 Or, daring farther, who beheld the crew 
 
 That durst encroach on seas of Mystery? 
 Our better gales struck westward hitherto. 
 
 If none blow eastward how shall we return? 
 Old sailors tell of seas as thick as glue 
 
 Where underneath volcanoes boil and burn ; 
 Of stormy oceans whereon frosts congeal 
 
 The broken glaciers into mounts of ice, 
 Which grinding rumble and like thunder peal, 
 
 While glacial surges in commotion rise. 
 What man may Death escajie? but O, my bones! 
 
 It is so horrible — why, laugh again — 
 To have no tomb amid the holy stones 
 
 Of those we loved, who buried lie in Spain." — 
 As grumbling children at the sound of drums 
 
 The window seek, forgetful of their cares. 
 
256 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Descry the quarter whence the music comes 
 And, bounding forward, in the street disperse, 
 
 So at the first vibration of the chords 
 The seamen's grievances melt all away; 
 
 They like the minstrel who, in measured words, 
 Continues thus his interrupted lay. 
 
 ''A royal pageant issues from the fort 
 
 King Wamba built so many years before 
 Toledo knew Don Roderick and his Court, 
 
 Who now proceeds the tower to explore 
 At any hazard, burning to excel 
 
 His predecessors who their locks did add 
 To hold imprison'd the dark might of hell, 
 
 Lest, once unchain'd, it desolation spread. 
 
 " Already yonder, massive as a rock. 
 
 The magic tower stood, as if that day 
 It had been chisel'd of some giant block 
 
 Of multicolor onyx to display 
 A dazzling brightness which resplendent shone, 
 
 Appearing far a mirror of the sun, 
 None doubting that it had been raised alone 
 
 By genii's hand no mortal gazed upon ; 
 And on it, as Don Roderick nearer drew. 
 
 Inscrutable lore, in emblematic signs, 
 With many other wonders came to view 
 
 Inwrought in figures and in mystic lines. 
 The King and Court before the tower halt, 
 
 A shudder steals on him, and there the gate 
 
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 That gives admittance to the secret vault 
 
 He, trembhng inly, means to penetrate. 
 'A marvelous structure this and wondious high, 
 
 It overtops by far the nearest rock,' 
 The Sovereign utters with a searching eye, 
 
 ' And no access save thro' yon pierced block. 
 These locks shall yield and never lock again 
 
 This rusty portal Superstition guards ; 
 Such is my will, and I, the King of Spain, 
 
 Will have it open straight, ye timid wards.' 
 
 "As when vague rumors of impending war 
 
 The frowning air of Certainty assume, 
 On fire set the lusty warrior, 
 
 But fill the peaceful heart with fear and gloom, 
 So Roderick's order to unlock the gate 
 
 The ardor kindles of young cavaliers, 
 While older heads his rashness deprecate; 
 
 Once more Urbino utters his grave fears, 
 It were unwise to break the seal of Fate, 
 
 But his appeal the King impatient hears; 
 ' This day, I vow, this mystery shall cease,' 
 
 Don Roderick cries, 'I foil the devil's plan, 
 Hispania's Monarch will no demon please. 
 
 No heathen's magic bind a Christian man. 
 Confound this mockery on our belief 
 
 In saints and angels, and redeeming Grace, 
 When did a holy kingdom come to grief 
 
 For hurling scorn at Satan's brazen face? 
 Your keys deliver, wizards, I command, 
 
258 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The ancients locks shall drop off one by one, 
 The portal, opened by a firmer hand, 
 
 Shall give us passage thro' that arch of stone ! * 
 
 "Six hours are spent before the gate is clear, 
 
 A pile of locks lies pell-mell on the ground. 
 The knights invade it with a warlike cheer, 
 
 The tower echoes with a mocking sound ; 
 The portal yields to neither strain nor shock, 
 
 As if invisible powers barr'd the way. 
 It seems immovable as a living rock 
 
 And makes the King impatient of delay. 
 Don Roderick moves the gateway to assail, 
 
 Which at his touch swings open wide and free. 
 It opens with a deep lamenting wail. 
 
 Which scares the boldest of his chivalry; 
 Yet some advance and others follow soon, 
 
 But sooner backward in benumbment fall. 
 * The air is pest ! ' they cry, and many swoon ; 
 
 ' Then, fires light ! ' they hear the Monarch call. 
 A throng of courtiers burning torches bear. 
 
 The flames are flaring up in dismal night, 
 The heat improves the pestilential air, 
 
 They venture farther, but recoil with fright; 
 In speechless awe they point athwart a hall 
 
 Where, at the entrance to an inner space, 
 A horrid demon on a pedestal 
 
 With glaring eyes revolves a flaming mace 
 Which, twirled fast, appears a flying wheel. 
 
 Its quick rotations harrowing the ground; 
 
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 With fearful resonance the bar of st'eel 
 
 FHes up and downward with appaUing sound, 
 While in red letters on his breast they read : 
 
 'My duty this to let the dark be dark,' 
 As tho' the devil had himself a creed, 
 
 And would have others his consistence mark. 
 Amazed Don Roderick the dread figure eyes, 
 
 A Cyclop grim of magic or of hell, 
 Who to the inmost dome access denies, 
 
 And seems no power easy to compel. 
 
 "'Whoever thou, by Him I conjure thee, 
 
 Whom flesh and spirit made are to obey. 
 If man may solve this tower's mystery, 
 
 To let King Roderick penetrate to-day 
 The inmost secret buried in this hold; 
 
 The hour is come for Fate to lift her veil 
 Cast on Futurity in ages old, 
 
 And I am here, that her decree prevail; 
 Thus let me enter, that I may unfold 
 
 Events to come within Hispania's pale.' 
 
 " Stiff held the demon his terrific rod 
 
 Suspended, high, as tho' in prompt response; 
 His visage turned and he made a nod, 
 
 A fiendish jeer froze on his face of bronze. 
 Next moment saw the King and Court amazed 
 
 Beneath a dome unlighted by a ray. 
 But thick with jewels, it like the Orient blazed 
 
 Close after dawn in early hours of May; 
 
260 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The mad intruders dumb with wonder gazed 
 
 On wealth and splendors mystic in display; 
 A blaze of gems shone from a vault of blue 
 
 That hung with naught the massive dome to hold, 
 And in the centre their attention drew 
 
 A jewel'd casket on a stand of gold. 
 It bore the legend, that the Libyan mage 
 
 Had built the edifice by magic art, 
 And on the casket graven was the age. 
 
 The secret here Alcides did impart. 
 
 " * This lid a king may raise and none but he 
 
 Dare lay a hand on what the times concealed; 
 His be the right to know his destiny; 
 
 If so he choose, to him it be revealed.' 
 The King exclaims : ' If right be mine to know 
 
 Decrees immutable, why hesitate? 
 Let me have knowledge of impending woe 
 
 For me and mine reserved by ruthless Fate I ' 
 
 "A trembling hand the Ruler's arm withheld, 
 
 It was Urbino's, who appeal'd again : 
 'Forbear, my King! thou art not yet compell'd 
 
 To read thy lot or learn the fate of Spain; 
 Let things unknown be hidden here and bound, 
 
 Why conjure terrors, why untimely stir 
 The fiends of evil, why the trumpet sound 
 
 To wake the Furies, King, forbear, forbear ! ' 
 But, as a maniac bent to have his will 
 
 Resistance flouts, unmoved by threat or plea 
 
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 Don Roderick's passion goads him to reveal 
 
 That selfsame moment the dark mystery. 
 'Resistless longing seizes me,' he cries, 
 
 ' To read the omens of my evil star ; 
 I cannot, Bishop, heed thy good advice 
 
 And now move backward, having gone so far; 
 I ope this casket ready, should they rise, 
 
 To reap the curses of Pandora's jar ! ' 
 
 " ' Pandora's jar ' — the high rotunda rings, 
 
 The hollow echoes Roderick's prowess mock, 
 As if the genii, rustling on their wings. 
 
 Above him hover and around liim flock, 
 While he his gauntlet on the table flings 
 
 And quickly turns the casket's magic lock. — 
 What might thus Necromancy or the Fates, 
 
 Or other demons ruling things below. 
 For cycles past between two copper-plates 
 
 Forbidding hide a monarch should not know? 
 Don Roderick wonders as he forward draws 
 
 A folded canvas worthless to behold, 
 But from within it baneful shadows throws, 
 
 And spreads a living battle when unroll'd. 
 
 " ' Tliy kingdom's foes behold, now on the way, 
 Rash Ruler, thee and thine to overthrow.' 
 
 He reads and ponders over with dismay, 
 
 And heaves a sigh : ' The Lord will mercy show.* 
 
 Still by the picture every eye is charmed, 
 A turban'd multitude they see thereon 
 
262 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 A Gothic host encounter fierce and armed, 
 
 The warriors yell, the horses wildly run ; 
 It is no dream, a multitudinous roar, 
 
 As of a battle fought a league away, 
 Is heard begotten by this phantom war, 
 
 The Goths are staggering, whom Arabs slay. 
 And ever-growing, as a swelling cloud. 
 
 The canvas grows and mingles with the air, 
 The armies fight, the cries are hoarse and loud. 
 
 The dome resounds with curses of despair ; 
 Terrific howls convulse the ample hall, 
 
 Which alternate with shrieks and groans and sighs, 
 The myriad gems incrusting the round wall 
 
 Are all aglow, as if hyenas' eyes, 
 Above a field whereon the battle swells; 
 
 They hear the drum, the trump and cymbal clash, 
 Amid confusion and infernal yells. 
 
 They see Don Roderick's steed, Orelia, rush, 
 The King unhorsed, pierced and lost to sight. 
 
 ' Our King ! our King ! ' a knight in terror cries, 
 Cold Horror all the others puts to flight, 
 
 With them the King the fateful tower flies. 
 
 "They run, no demon stands before the door, 
 'Tis gone, and at the gate they stricken find 
 
 The wizard-sentinels who breathe no more, 
 The passing demon left them dead behind; 
 
 They try to shut the portal as before 
 To calm the anguish of the royal mind. 
 
 When all at once the brazen lions roar, 
 
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 As rattling thunder bursting on the ear, 
 The rocks are quaking, heavy torrents pour 
 
 From leaden skies ; intensified they hear 
 The phantom armies in delirium rage, 
 
 And, fearing lest they issue from within 
 In open air their horrid war to wage. 
 
 They hurry headlong from the hellish din. 
 
 "At night's approach Toledo stood aghast, 
 
 For storm and hail and fearful thunder came, 
 And hollow wailings mingled with the blast 
 
 And thro' mid-air fled grisly shapes of flame. 
 The Court was up, Don Roderick could not sleep, 
 
 Remorseful at the rashly broken spell; 
 He heard the wailing howls, the tempest sweep, 
 
 And felt the rockings of the citadel. 
 Whereas before his vision all alive 
 
 The ghastly combat of the tower soared ; 
 He saw his warhorse roaming in the strife, 
 
 Himself unhorsed, around the battle roared. 
 And when he slumber'd fearful dreams were his, 
 
 The shrieks and groans continued in his ear; 
 He rued his own, his Kingdom's miseries, 
 
 The night was long, the morning brought no cheer, 
 And of the visions haunting him that night 
 
 He had Urbino call'd to tell him this. — 
 ' Methought I wander'd in a seat of light 
 
 And golden groves, it was a seat of bliss, 
 "Where flower and herbage sweet aroma waft, 
 
 From lake and brook delicious breezes rise, 
 
2G4 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS, 
 
 The air is balmy and the zephyr soft, 
 
 And birds are warbling songs of paradise. 
 A flower more beautiful than aught I saw, 
 
 Of tints and fragrance never known beneath, 
 Did toward its beauty all my senses draw; 
 
 My touch did blight it, turning all a heath. 
 And, as a forest-fire in no time 
 
 A blooming region into fishes turns, 
 Or, as the red Simoon in Afric's clime 
 
 Sometimes an oasis in passing burns. 
 So sweeping, like the shadow of a cloud, 
 I saw a night the region's bloom enshroud, 
 Trees waved and sighed, moaning sad and deep, 
 
 Their branches wriggling like so many snakes; 
 A maiden shade I heard among them weep, 
 
 I knew that voice, which all the Furies wakes.— 
 Florinda, Bishop, ah, it was her ghost! 
 
 She fled at me with serpents on her head ; 
 I would to (jfod I had to face a host 
 
 Of raving foes, for fame my blood to shed ! 
 But here a girl I dreaded to resist, 
 
 While piecemeal she my soul and body tore ; 
 I ask thy help, Urljino, thou art pi'iest — 
 
 They were intense, the agonies I bore; 
 Intense the horrors which this night I stood 
 
 Amid the tortures of a living hell ; 
 The lakes have turned into pools of blood 
 
 And into one of these methought I fell. 
 And, weltering within the reeking pool, 
 
 I in the gloom espied a Gorgon start, 
 
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 His talons grasping an infernal tool, 
 
 A red harpoon, that pic^rcing struck my lieart 
 
 And horc n\o upward wiili a. hissing noise; 
 My wriggling lini])s Ik; wliirlcd (ierccly wild; 
 
 Count Julian's face it wore, and in his voice 
 
 It yell'd "Florinda slain ! — my child, my child! " ' 
 
 "Url)ino counsels, that the tower's gate 
 
 Be shut and scal'd as (piick as (iffort may. 
 'It shall be shut and seal'd at any rate' 
 
 The King asserts, 'it shall be done to-day.' 
 His chivalry again Don Roderick calls 
 
 "Who, robed in pomp, a|>pcar to do his will, 
 But when he leads them toward the magic walls 
 
 The bravest knights unspeakable horror feel. 
 And lo! astonish'd many loud exclaim: 
 
 'A bird! an eagle yon that soars on high 
 Above the tower, in his beak a flame — 
 
 An eagle bringing fire from the sky ! ' 
 
 "They see amazed the fatal bird alight 
 
 Upon the tower with the flaming brand, 
 He flaps his wings with overblowing might. 
 
 As tho' the winds were all at his command. 
 'The tower burns!' Don Roderick signifies. 
 
 Indeed the blaze had caught the tower's crown, 
 And, as a glowing pillar, seeks the skies. 
 
 And pours in volumes to its bottom down ; 
 Consumed the edifice in ashes lies. 
 
 The greatest miracle Spain gazed upon. 
 
266 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Dense flocks of ravens in the North appear, 
 
 Who cast a shadow like a thundercloud, 
 Around the cinders winging they career 
 
 And blow the ashes, shrieking hoarse and loud; 
 With them the winds engage and blow amain 
 
 The dust to scatter over hill and vale. 
 And where an atom falls there is a stain 
 
 Of thicken'd blood that makes Hispania pale." 
 
 "A wonder-story this and given well," 
 
 Columbus said, " a mighty sermon this ; 
 Let ages know, why Roderick's Kingdom fell, 
 
 Why Spain endured unutter'd miseries. 
 But forty thousand Bedouins Taric led 
 
 When Spain nine times this number had in field, 
 Yet overpower'd soon the Spaniard fled, 
 
 Too weak a host one guilty life to shield. 
 Don Roderick's crime insatiate Vengeance fed 
 
 And lurking Treason did his army wield. 
 Hath Taric conquer'd Spain by dint of might? 
 
 Her fallen Monarch was her deadliest foe ; 
 There lives a God all earthly wrong to right, 
 
 A father's sorrow, and a mother's woe; 
 Don Roderick did Florinda's virtue blight. 
 
 Her sire's vengeance brought that Ruler low. 
 As never harpy birth gives to a dove. 
 
 So from vile Treason naught but evil springs; 
 It is a law, that love engenders love. 
 
 And in due time one vice another brings." 
 
BOOK X. 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 The brewing conflict between Columbus and his crew assumes 
 a serious aspect. He counts on Rodriguez. Ruiz, at the head of 
 a deputation from the crew, urges the Admiral to return, fore- 
 boding trouble in case of persistence. Columbus expresses his 
 determination to carry out the order of Spain's Monarchs, where- 
 upon Ruiz incites his shipmates to revolt, but is sternly met by 
 Rodriguez, who condemns the defiance offered to authority, stig- 
 matizes the scheme as unworthy of manly mariners, and threat- 
 ens to encounter those who would resort to force against the 
 Admiral. The knowledge of his strength checks the revolt for 
 the day. A reaction in the feeling of the crew. How it came 
 about. How it affected Columbus, who strikes the minstrel's 
 harp, dwelling on memories sweet and jiainful. He longs to 
 join his Felipa in the heavens, and believes in the soul's immor- 
 tality. Recalling the siege of Malaga he tells what he had ex- 
 perienced there. The desperate sally of the Gomeres from Gib- 
 ralfaro. The vision spread before him by Felipa on a rock over- 
 shadowed by that citadel, is full of meaning and dim portent. 
 Columbus has a premonition, that land is near, warns the crew 
 to be on the outlook, reminding them of Providential Grace 
 shown them thitherto. He retires to the poop of the "Santa 
 Maria" full of anxiety, breathing a prayer, that, to escape the 
 dread of a mutiny, land may be sighted before daybreak. A 
 gleam of light catches his attention and that of Pedro Gutierrez. 
 Another glimmer is followed by the cry of " land ! " whereat the 
 Admiral kneels to give thanks to God, and is joined by all on 
 board his vessel. 
 
 Thy trouble's cause unfold, great mariner, 
 
 That on thy forehead gathers deepening shade ; 
 
 Not thee the pilot's minor fears deter 
 
 From searching mysteries thou didst invade, 
 
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268 THE QUEST OP COLUMBUS. 
 
 But grave Suspicion, lest they malice bear 
 
 Thyself and Quest by look and frown betray'd; 
 
 They, who, unpacified by patient speech, 
 Consult in secret and defiant scowl. 
 
 Are desperate men resolved to overreach 
 Their Chief or perpetrate some action foul. 
 
 Six hundred leagues behind without an isle 
 
 Betwixt them lie and the extreme of Spain, 
 Three times the cries of " land ! " the crews beguile, 
 
 And still they sail upon a boundless main ; 
 True, tunny shoals and birds are often seen, 
 
 That seldom haunt interminable seas. 
 And herbage sweet is drifting, fresh and green, 
 
 The wave is rippled by the softest breeze ; 
 Yet many hopeful days have glided by. 
 
 Another month is drawing to its end, 
 And still the seaman water sees and sky ; 
 
 And now again they watch the sun descend 
 On shoreless distances ; in vain they spy 
 
 A friendly harbor or an isle — no land ! 
 
 No land next morrow, and no land next eve, 
 
 The sailors gather pent up spleen to vent ; 
 To risk their lives Columbus had no leave. 
 
 Agreed they mutter growling discontent ; 
 And, as a brewing tempest, gathering fast. 
 
 Low-rumbling warns the wayfarer to seek 
 The safest shelter from the threatening blast. 
 
 So does the Admiral, perceiving quick 
 
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 The swelling anger of the fretful crew, 
 His measures take, determin'd to maintain, 
 
 Should Mutiny a reckless course pursue, 
 Authority conferr'd on him by Spain. 
 
 " Be near at hand, Rodriguez, Ruiz fumes 
 
 And Roldan seconds him, I hear, to-day ; 
 Too much that shij)mate on my mood presumes, 
 
 He shall be overborne, betide what may. — 
 There seven come whom Ruiz seems to lead," 
 
 Columbus said, advancing toward the band ; 
 Rodriguez stealthily with utmost speed 
 
 Departs and comes, his iron bar at hand, 
 '•What would ye have?" the Chief accosts the few. 
 
 "That I may grant with damage to no one? 
 Before you speak, remember that I do 
 
 My mission liold from Spain's imperial Throne." 
 
 The pilot said : *' My mates have chosen me 
 
 The bearer of their wills that you may heed 
 And, having heeded, answer willingly. 
 
 Lest speech degenerate into mutinous deed ; 
 And who could well despondent men subdue, 
 
 In feud with Terror they propose to flee? 
 I voice the temper of a desperate crew 
 
 To action driven by Despondency. 
 Why farther yet our leaky vessels press, 
 
 With scarce a hope to sight the promis'd shore 
 Amid a vast of awful emptiness 
 
 That rolls immeasurable forevermore? 
 
270 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 If you had reckon'd rightly we ere this 
 
 Had Hghted on the Indies hereabout, 
 Or on some other new discoveries 
 
 To be approached by a Western route; 
 But wherefore sail, the outlook being dim, 
 
 The perils great and growing every hour, 
 In mad pursuit of the horizon's brim. 
 
 Exceeding man's, defying Heaven's Power? 
 Uninjured tho,' unthreaten'd w^e are not 
 
 On caravels that water draw and slime 
 And, unrepaired, are sooner sure to rot 
 
 Than we to see a hospitable clime, 
 Unless we hasten to escape a lot 
 
 Which, being dallied, constitutes a crime. 
 
 " Strange portents urged us our track retrace, 
 
 The magnet's variation something tells ; 
 An ominous token w^as the bursting blaze. 
 
 Another the preposterous heaving swells, 
 Which rose uproarious smitten underneath 
 
 By furious puffs into the ambient air, 
 While in the atmosphere there was no breath, 
 
 No zephyr even to produce a stir. 
 
 " Distress will come, Seilor, too late to learn 
 A wholesome lesson for a wiser use, 
 
 My comrades urge the speediest return 
 And I beseech, Seiior, do not refuse; 
 
 We should unsatisfied not go astern, 
 It were unwisdom to provoke Abuse." 
 
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 " My answer take," the Admiral retorts, 
 
 "And harp no more on cowardly designs; 
 He shall be mark'd who Peace and Order thwarts, 
 
 And scorned he, who like the dastard whines. 
 Such be your gratitude for Guidance mild, 
 
 For gentle breezes wafting us in play 
 Toward glorious conquest, cradled as the child 
 
 In air suave, as Andalusia's May, 
 In lieu of stormy surges furious wild 
 
 Which ye shall have, for which ye seem to pray ! 
 Inglorious thought to turn for morbid fear 
 
 With vacant distances to be retraced. 
 When symptoms indicate the goal is near, 
 
 A happy realm beyond a rolling waste. 
 To foil the Quest, undo a long career. 
 
 As coward fly, as dastard be disgraced ! 
 This, Ruiz, nothing else than this I hear 
 
 In thy petition and the voices raised 
 To frustrate Sovereigns in a cherished plan 
 
 By threats rebellious on a distant sea. — 
 Let all beware, for here I am the man 
 
 Who do command by Spain's Authority. 
 Ye knew me fair, but knew me half till now, 
 
 Your sourness festers like a foul disease ; 
 It clouds with melancholy every brow, 
 
 Each one assiduous but himself to please, 
 As if a Chief could rude Defiance brook 
 
 In those enjoined orders to obey ; 
 My generous vein for weakness ye mistook, 
 
 I make no Harshness do what Kindness may. 
 
272 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 But in defense of Right ye dare invade, 
 
 If all these crews were clad in season'd steel, 
 Each rebel branding a Damascus blade 
 
 To bend my power to a baser will. 
 They could no more the base of Etna move 
 
 Than force Columbus tamely to give in 
 "What King and Queen w^ould justly disapprove, 
 
 And which to do a folly were, a sin. 
 
 " Thus unavailing waste of lungs is this 
 
 To ask a thing impossible to grant; 
 Within the reach of great discoveries, 
 
 A royal fleet for one fix'd purpose sent. 
 Should wheel around unhazarded by aught, 
 
 Except the gall of disobedient men; 
 It better were you had a Tartar caught 
 
 Or measured strength with some wild Saracen 
 Than front Columbus with a threatening mien.— 
 
 Irrevocable words I speak to you 
 Regardless of intimidating spleen, 
 
 I do my duty, bidding you to do 
 Your Monarch's ordinance, which shall be done ; 
 
 And for your sake do not this scene renew 
 Revolting to Hispania's lofty Throne, 
 
 The lustre blighting of a famous crew." 
 
 Herewith the Admiral his cabin sought 
 
 With open ear to catch each sound without, 
 
 His nervous manner show'd uneasy thought, 
 A serious plight was his, he had no doubt; 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 273 
 
 Nor was it long before commingling noise 
 
 Astern created rent the tranquil air, 
 Whence, louder than the rest, the angry voice 
 
 Of Sancho Ruiz rung thus in despair. 
 
 " Are we no more than puppies drown'd in pools, 
 
 No more than cattle dolts to slaughter lead? 
 If forty men count thirty-seven fools. 
 
 Know Sancho Ruiz is not of their breed. 
 The devil's curse on slaves who cringe in awe 
 
 Before a scarecrow flapping in the wind, 
 As tho' all others were but men of straw. 
 
 Or bobtail'd bipeds with a pea as mind. 
 A coward I ! You should the pirate see — 
 
 But he is dead, I fell'd him long ago — 
 And here the scar, a hurt he left on me, 
 
 I stabb'd the corsair with one stunning blow ; 
 And as to Moors I slew them by the score 
 
 In seven sieges round impregnable forts; 
 These were engagement in a righteous war, 
 
 The Lord have grace on me, — they were no sports, 
 Those horrid Gomeres Hamet el Zegri led, 
 
 The cohorts El Zagal madden'd by his yells, 
 Like frighten'd game before our standard fled. 
 
 He was himself there who the story tells. 
 
 "Ay, there and elsewhere Sancho Ruiz strove 
 When Cidi Yahye, who did never bend, 
 
 The gates of Baza held no host could move; 
 The bold Lord Rivers, battle-axe in hand. 
 
274 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 I heard his yeomen fire to cut their way, 
 
 I later saw him bleeding in the sand, 
 And saw the teeth he lost in the affray. 
 This was at Loxa where I Death escaped 
 
 Miraculously thro' a broken spear ; 
 Had I been brought to light a dastard shaped, 
 
 I should not uncompell'd this vessel steer ; 
 Nor should I grumble were my country's fame 
 
 In aught tlie gainer thro' the risks we run ; 
 But who will Madness noble Zeal misname, 
 
 That, hunting phantoms thirsts to be undone? 
 Persist in patience till perdition yawns 
 
 And Hope is gone, free Spaniards that ye be. 
 Disown the right which but a slave disowns. 
 
 The sacred right for love and life to flee. 
 The fool Obedience calls who cringing frowns. 
 
 One name it hath — I call it Dastardy. 
 If ye submit then basely swill your gall 
 
 And mutter not an impotent distaste ; 
 Why rail incessant at the Admiral 
 
 And railing perish in this treacherous waste? 
 Either unauthorized Presumption check. 
 
 Lead on or follow, follow, I will lead, 
 Or let the ' Santa Maria ' go to wreck 
 
 And sinking we the Ocean's monster feed ! " 
 
 " Nor lead, nor follow him," Rodriguez cries, 
 And puts himself a barrier in the way 
 
 Of them whose maleficence glares in their eyes, 
 "And he that budges let him kneel and pray. 
 
SAILING WESTWARD, 27S 
 
 If, overbold, the Admiral he dare 
 
 Defy in word or counteract in deed ; 
 For by the substance of my blood I swear, 
 
 By this my bar Foolhardihood shall bleed. 
 For shame, compose your temper, Spaniards, why^ 
 
 Is this armada not a royal force? 
 And will ye King and Queen their will deny 
 
 To have their Admiral pursue his course? 
 Audacious act ! The soldier could as well 
 
 His marshal traverse in his settled plan, 
 As any of this crew our Chief compel 
 
 To heed the dictates of inferior men. 
 Abandon prospects brightening day by day. 
 
 Because of hazards seamen should disdain. 
 Choose unaccountable the dangerous way, 
 
 Return as dupes and be the scorn of Spain. 
 Then weigh this well : Supposing we returned, 
 
 While others, in our trail belike this hour. 
 The golden harvest of our emprise earned — 
 
 We planting for the next to cull the flower — 
 Such news like fire in your conscience burned 
 
 And would your honor and your peace devour. 
 No, never shall this ship by force return, 
 
 Our Admiral shall have the freest choice ; 
 Who is aboard of whom our Chief may learn 
 
 His use of knowledge, let him raise a voice ? 
 Elsewise be slow, lest things be made too hot 
 
 For him who, overdaring, breaks the peace ; 
 Long years ago I twenty corsairs fought. 
 
 Ye would have thought they were a flock of geese," 
 
276 THE QUEST OF COLUMBtJS. 
 
 They knew the man who self-reHant spoke, 
 
 No flaunting braggart he, they knew him well. 
 That crowbar which a score of pirates broke 
 
 None could Rodriguez's handling it excel, 
 And should the rioters his wrath provoke 
 
 Himself, they knew it, could the riot quell. 
 Yet unappeased, tho' in his heart ashamed, 
 
 The baffled pilot breath 'd half-utter 'd spite, 
 He saw his vanity once more defamed. 
 
 And treasured for revenge another slight ; 
 And as a summer storm the air leaves clear 
 
 Till newer vapors from the waters rise 
 And slowly brewing, swell the atmosphere. 
 
 Which pregnant hovers under lurid skies. 
 So to their several tasks the sailors took, 
 
 As if Contentment dwelt in every breast, 
 While clenched fists they at the cabin shook 
 
 Whence now Columbus issued his behest, 
 The progress to restrain at night's approach ; 
 
 If land be nigh it might be struck unseen. 
 It much behoov'd all to keep double watch ; 
 
 There be a pension and a prize to win, 
 "Which shall be his who first the signal gives 
 
 Of land in sight; his be a velvet vest 
 Of softest fabric the silk- weaver weaves, 
 
 A costly doublet made up of the best." 
 
 Now robed in purple glories vast and grand. 
 
 Their mellow radiance rolling like a sea 
 Of lucent waves, the streams of light descend 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 277 
 
 The splendors brooding on the canopy, 
 Transcendent beautiful and ever new 
 
 In multiversant, marvelous display, 
 Which, unperceived change in shape and hue 
 
 From gilded scarlet to a rosy gay ; 
 A picture breathed on the mystic blue 
 
 By Him who wove Creation's primal ray. 
 Salva Regina, the hymn of eve they sing, 
 
 Columbus joins to swell the melody, 
 He leads the chorus, deep their voices ring. 
 
 Hard seamen soften, tears come to the eye; 
 A gentler spirit now on deck prevails. 
 
 Around their board the sailors offer grace, 
 While unimpell'd the "Santa Maria" sails. 
 
 The warned watchmen are soon in their place • 
 The Admiral the balmy air inhales. 
 
 Contemplating the star-bespangled space. 
 
 Then, as if waking from a passing trance. 
 
 The Chief calls : " Luis, hither bring thy harp. 
 That I beguile these moments of suspense. 
 
 Which in a tissue dark my spirit warp. 
 Recalling memories of stirring days, 
 
 When Malaga was writhing in her straits, 
 Insuring misery by perverse delays. 
 
 And sinking broken by inclement Fates. 
 
 The harp is tuned, let me my fingers try; 
 
 My unforgotten Felipa did play 
 This instrument, she plays it in the sky 
 
 Where seraphim enraptured hear tlie lay. 
 
278 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 All, sailing, sailing, what is Life but this? 
 
 On land or water whither do we drift? 
 Had we no dream of paradise and bliss 
 
 What cause is tliere Life's drudgery to shift? 
 The dearest gone, the loveliest decayed, 
 
 She hath my heart inliumed in the grave. 
 She dead ! my love, my love who sung and played, 
 
 Her beauty stiffen'd like a frozen wave ! 
 Her yellow form was in the coffin laid 
 
 With me to mourn her, whom sweet Grace will save, 
 I long for her, she yearning waits for me. 
 
 Ah, what a ravishment the one to meet. 
 The dearest one in blissful company, 
 
 A harp in hand, the angels at her feet! . 
 I feel it deep, the Star of Hope shines bright 
 
 On faithful souls, tho' Faith be never blind ; 
 No rosy dawn is breaking on their night 
 
 Who, lacking faith, bear chaos in the mind ; 
 For life is toil, joy intermittent pain 
 
 To such as doubt man's short probation here, 
 Who see all being stream into Inane, 
 
 And for the death-bed have no word of cheer. 
 The desert howls, the forest sighs and groans. 
 
 The mountains frown, the skies are deaf and dumb ; 
 The winds lament, all Nature weeps and moans 
 
 To him who sees Life's conflux in the tomb ; 
 Not thus the strong-in-faith, who watch with awe 
 
 The living wonder of the working All, 
 In earth and heaven discerning plan and law. 
 
 In Life and Death a round harmonious whole. 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 279 
 
 " Such thoughts come late and come to but a few, 
 
 They came to me not many years ago, 
 When from a rock, doom'd Malaga in view, 
 
 I fix'd mine eyes on the beleaguer'd foe. 
 A thunderstriking fleet to seaward hove. 
 
 The lombard shell'd her citadels by land, 
 You would have thought they were the bolts of Jove, 
 
 I saw the missiles rocky bastions rend; 
 The deadly blows oft head and helmet clove 
 
 When Goth and Moor encounter'd hand to hand. 
 The siege of Troy no sterner features wore 
 
 Than that of Malaga too long sustained ; 
 It was a siege of horror and of gore 
 
 Implacable, as if Medusa reigned ; 
 Since Hamet el Zegri, he the fiercest Moor, 
 
 With scorn all overtures of peace disdained, 
 And dire vengeance by his prophet swore 
 
 To make Hispania pay for ground she gained. 
 Unintermitting war the armies waged, 
 
 The desperate Moslem sallied forth at night 
 And, like the tiger, havoc made and raged, 
 
 Till Spain grew weary of the ceaseless fight. 
 
 " ' Behold those infidels ' El Zegri cried. 
 Surveying Spain from Gibralfaro's crag, 
 
 *That Ponce de Leon Hamet's honor tried— 
 A bribe, a bribe— I should but name the bag; 
 
 He strives to conquer what he could not buy, 
 A braver knight did never wield a steel. 
 
 That Christian may my faith and valor try, 
 
280 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 We might as well this night surprise the hill 
 Whereon his banner our entrenchment mocks. 
 
 Zenete, thou descend with picked men, 
 Two thousand take of our voracious hawks, 
 
 And prove thyself the hardiest Saracen; 
 Remember these two days our castle shook 
 
 And fragments fell by his aggression torn; 
 What Moslem will such provocation brook 
 
 As yon advanced camp our fort to scorn? 
 His captured flag he saw and felt the sting, 
 
 Humiliating rueful was the sight, 
 That marr'd the pleasure of his Queen and King, 
 
 And brought to memory that dismal night, 
 When, like so many hares ensnared pell-mell, 
 
 Among those hills the smitten flower of Spain, 
 Encountering El Zagal, in masses fell. 
 
 When of his brothers three were cut in twain, 
 Himself escaping as a scared gazelle. 
 
 Leaving behind him half a myriad slain,' 
 
 "And on that height whence Ponce de Leon sent 
 
 His monstrous bombs thick as a cloudburst shower 
 Which blasted Gibralfaro's battlement. 
 
 And crumbling toppled tower after tower. 
 Of an old friend I was the visitant. 
 
 And there detained till the midnight hour. 
 The cannon slacken'd its tremendous roar. 
 
 But here and there a flickering light did gleam, 
 The Goth was tired, tired seem'd the Moor, 
 
 The moon withdrew her lucent silver-beam ; 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 281 
 
 A pleasant breeze came skimming from the sea; 
 
 He gave me couch, who treated me as guest; 
 A drowsy heaviness took hold of me, 
 
 Fatigue and Sleep required me to rest, 
 
 " Methought I felt a hand laid on my brow, 
 
 Another touch I felt upon my eyes, 
 The hand was cold, meseems I feel it now 
 
 A tremulous voice I heard : ' Arise, arise ! ' 
 Uproused I stood, familiar was the tone, 
 
 Familiar, too, her features who did call. 
 My Felipa between two powers shone, 
 
 Three blazing stars upon the heavenly wall; 
 And over them, built of a maze of light. 
 
 An arch above the hosts its bow did run 
 Emblazing Azure to its highest height. 
 
 And shaming the effulgence of the sun. 
 Aback of all methought Abaddon spread 
 
 Its blackest Void where Space and Time are naught, 
 Whence all the spectres issue mortals dread; 
 
 The Void whereon the Lord His Cosmos wrought 
 Was yawning dark and mute, a rolling main 
 
 Of darkness palpable as clouds at night ; 
 Here was the mystery of the Inane 
 
 Contrasted with God's Universe of Light. 
 
 "And she on whom my soul with rapture hung, 
 Terpsichore's instrument upon her knee. 
 
 With cherub's touch the shining chords she strung, 
 The angels sharing her ineffable glee; 
 
282 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The spheres responded, air and ether rung, 
 
 Transported with celestial ecstasy. 
 'From Purest Source all things are flowing pure, 
 
 Those black abysses fear not, son of clod; 
 No ills exist for which there be no cure; 
 
 Weep not but kiss Almighty's chastening rod ; 
 For they who patiently their lot sustain 
 
 And make the spirit triumph over clay, 
 Will meet Salvation in the dark Inane, 
 
 Thro' pall and grave pass to eternal day. 
 This world is young and man an infant still, 
 
 Still fond of glitter, immature in mind; 
 Not his the goal here tears or blood to spill, 
 
 Sad glory his in cycles run behind; 
 But riper ages riper men will bring 
 
 And make this earth what God would have her be, 
 A heavenly kingdom, man sole-ruling king, 
 
 A seat of peace and pure felicity. 
 Thus Life and Death dwell in this borderland 
 
 Betwixt the A^oid and yonder spheres of bliss, 
 And for thy sake I in God's Name command. 
 
 That Past and Future rise from the Abyss.' — 
 Hereat, as thousand earthquakes bursting with 
 
 Appalling uproar, cleaving mount and base, 
 Upsending liquid ores pent underneath 
 
 With cracking fury and consuming blaze, 
 Chaotic masses at her bidding hove. 
 
 Terrific thunder bellowing below, 
 While sheets of lightning darted from above ; 
 
 Heart-chilling sounds I heard a trumpet blow ; 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 283 
 
 Then shoal on shoal, as fish unnumber'd, rose 
 
 Vast multitudes of men in savage state, 
 Half-naked, club in gripe and ring in nose, 
 
 Of aspect grim and greedy eyes of hate ; 
 Dispersing on the plain, on hill or mead. 
 
 In wood, in glen and everyway they spread, 
 And soon I saw them on each other feed, 
 
 The son his mother, she her brother wed ; 
 By children's hand I saw their parents bleed, 
 
 While male and female carnal vices bred, 
 And seem'd in crime to revel and misdeed, 
 A horrid cult of lust or fetich vile 
 
 "With rites of blood from new-born infants drawn, 
 Did brutify man's nature and defile 
 
 God's new creation, elsewise perfect grown. 
 ' The wicked cycle this,' my love began, 
 
 ' Half-conscious of his unrepented crime, 
 Thou seest the downfall of the primal man , 
 
 The Lord be bless'd, whose deluge came in time ! ' 
 
 " The tides of night upheaving from beneath 
 
 In murky billows on the wicked fell. 
 As black Cocytus in the ancient myth. 
 
 That feeds Acheron in the deeps of Hell, 
 And, sweeping backward, left a dreary heath 
 
 Whilst in convulsions I saw Chaos swell ; 
 In quick succession, as upon a stage 
 
 The scenes and actors pass'd in rapid flight. 
 The running cycles rose age after age ; 
 
 I saw great princes for dominion fight, 
 
284 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 A human flood of races springing fast, 
 And, grouping under ensigns separate. 
 
 As fleeting shadows, numberless as dust. 
 Uprose to pass in strife and deathful hate. 
 
 " In this vast whirl of phantom strife and war 
 
 One rising mass my close attention caught. 
 It was the struggle of the Goth and Moor, 
 
 The sixty battles these two races fought, 
 And in their place, when, like the rest, they fled, 
 
 A Spanish court stood 'round a Spanish throne ; 
 Of those who stood one figure bow'd his head, 
 
 It was my shade, that wore a laurel crown, 
 Meseem'd the Ruler favor'd it of all, 
 
 It was my shade, that bore a flag in hand. 
 Wearing the honors of an Admiral, 
 
 And emblems of Viceroy o'er sea and land ; 
 It was my shade the next I saw in chains, 
 
 A haughty Spaniard frowning at my plight; 
 Yea, humbled was I and I woke in pains, 
 
 And thank 'd the Lord it was a dream of night." 
 
 Great watch is kept, no seaman shuts an eye. 
 
 Expectant of a shore, however wild ; 
 A billion watchful eyes look from the sky, 
 
 As tho' to lead and cheer Time's daring child ; 
 The winds grow lively and the sea runs high, 
 
 The men feel easy by new hopes beguil'd. 
 Sweet earth, sweet home, thou seat of mortal rest, 
 
 Man loves the brine as one liis mistress loves 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 285 
 
 But longs for land, as babe for mother's breast, 
 As homesick bird chas'd from his native groves ; 
 
 Sweet music of the clashing rock and surf 
 To him who, roaming on the watery waste. 
 
 The image harbors of the dewy turf, 
 The garden's gift delicious to the taste. 
 
 And he, whose Quest a glorious goal implied. 
 What yearning wishes his that night to hear. 
 
 Now that the crew his mastership defied, 
 
 The prayed-for signal, that a shore was near! 
 
 Did he not speak to them in gentler strain 
 
 Than loving father to a wayward son ? 
 " God's breezes wafted you across the main 
 
 For some great purpose, that His Will be done ; 
 Persist in patience grateful for each sign 
 
 Of Gracious Guidance toward a lofty goal : 
 Are ye not chosen instruments divine 
 
 Whose honor'd names shall live from pole to pole? 
 Be wide-awake, for, if I reckon well 
 
 We might ere midnight yet light on a shore 
 And thus the West's great mystery dispel 
 
 Unsolved by human wisdom heretofore." 
 
 Then from his vessel's poop with sweeping eye 
 The murky round the Admiral surveys ; 
 
 Intense his expectation to descry 
 
 The coast of Tartary the Great Khan sways ; 
 
 Unconscious from his breast escapes a sigh 
 
286 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 And : " O, good Heaven ! " tlius to himself he says, 
 " Should on a shoreless ocean rise the day, 
 
 There will be mutiny, I apprehend, 
 And, unprepared a crew's revolt to stay, 
 
 I put my cause, O Lord, in Thy strong hand. 
 Who, doing wonders, may'st the sun delay. 
 
 Or bring us timely within reach of land ! " 
 
 As if in answer, lo ! there broke in view 
 A flare of light, which, flying, cast a gleam 
 
 So far and fleet, it less attention drew 
 
 Than does the phantom of a senseless dream. 
 
 But, as the eagle's eye the game espies 
 
 When meaner fowl their distant chances miss, 
 So caught the gleam the Chief's unfailing eyes, 
 
 To whom, the glimmer was a flash of bliss ; 
 Yet, unconvinced, that he sure discerned 
 
 The light that vanish'd, as a spectral flame, 
 Columbus to Gutierrez asking turned. 
 
 Who said : " Senor, I vouch, I saw the same ; 
 It faintly glimmer'd as a torch in hand 
 
 When carried hurriedly thro' open space, 
 I doubt not we are bearing toward a strand, 
 
 And might ere daybreak some great city face." 
 
 While he spoke thus they saw the light again 
 Appear and fade, then, re-appearing die, 
 
 As tho' it was a spectre of the main 
 
 That mocking broke between the sea and sky. 
 
SAILING WESTWARD. 287 
 
 An hour, another one, and then a third 
 
 Did pass, when thunder from the " Pinta " burst 
 With cries of joy, and " land, land, land ! " they heard; 
 
 Rodrigo de Triana cried it first ; 
 And there it lay, that everyone could see, 
 
 A -mile or so before the joyous men, 
 The land Chimera held and Mystery 
 
 At last approached within seaman's ken. 
 
 A voice most solemn in sublime appeal. 
 
 It was the Admiral's that rose in pray'r, 
 The crews responded with a sacred zeal, 
 
 And " Gloria in excelsis " fill'd the air ; 
 With grateful tears the consecrating song 
 
 Did, like an inspiration, rise and roll. 
 You would have thought it was a priestly throng, 
 
 Pouring in ecstasy a rapturous soul. 
 Singing in unison devout and long. 
 
 As blissful beings, who had reach'd their goal. 
 
BOOK XL 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 The. return of Columbus causes great astonishment and joy 
 throughout Hispania, and a thanksgiving service ia held in 
 churches of Palos. The discoverer's march to the Court and his 
 royal reception by their Catholic Majesties. King Ferdinand asks 
 Columbus to tell of the wonders of the New World, which he 
 doth ; his first causes for anxiety due to the superstitions, fears, 
 and distrust of ill-disposed mariners ; his lofty conception of the 
 Quest and his endeavors to chronicle every observation ; the 
 umbrage the crews took on perceiving some phenomena. How 
 he taxed his knowledge to allay their terrors. The delicious 
 breezes, the balmy atmosphere, the unruffled ocean, and the 
 magnificent heavens. A sea of floating weeds alarms the men, 
 whose disafifection threatens to assume the nature of nmtiny. A 
 phenomenal commotion of waves comes in time to dispel a 
 new-engendered apprehension. Clouds mistaken for land ; the 
 disappointment makes things worse. Sancho Ruiz has an inter- 
 view with the Admiral, urging him to return and, answered 
 firmly, tries to incite his shipmates to revolt; he is frustrated 
 by Rodriguez. The critical moment of the Quest and the intense 
 worry of Columbus. Symptoms of land multiply ; a reaction in 
 the feelings of the crew, who are warned to redouble their 
 watchfulness ; a special reward promised him who would first 
 give the signal of the discovery. A grand and solemn eve. The 
 Admiral prays in great anxiety. His eye catches a gleam of 
 light, which is seen by Pedro Gutierrez. A moment of suspense. 
 A lombard of the " Pinta " thunders forth the signal of the dis- 
 covery. The thoughts and emotions of the great discoverer. 
 
 Ring, joyous Palos, thy vibrating chimes, 
 Ring, proud Iberia, ring thy fairest claim 
 
 To glory yet unsullied by those crimes, 
 
 Which stamp thy annals with eternal shame ; 
 
 (289) 
 
290 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Thou, hapless Victor, callous to the pleas 
 
 Of Love and Justice kneeling at thy Throne, 
 Hast of thy triumj^hs but the infamies. 
 
 Thy lustre wither'd, and thy might is gone. 
 Yet wilt thou live in memory for aye, 
 
 A warning and a beacon all the same ; 
 Yea, never will thy Torquemadas die, 
 
 Nor vanish from this earth thy tarnish 'd fame. 
 
 Ah me ! in vain, in vain doth Wisdom rise 
 
 To teach the goal of human being here. 
 Her godlike councils Folly will despise 
 
 Impell'd by Selfishness in her career. 
 No end of wrong, no end of tears and woe, 
 
 Still tyrants revel in atrocious crime; 
 There is the Czar in lieu of Pharaoh, • 
 
 A savage lord in an auspicious time ; 
 And nations dare not, lest the Scythian frown. 
 
 For Justice rise, as would become the free, 
 Tho' babes are slain and women trampled down, 
 
 And maidens ravish'd, 0, the villainy! 
 
 Hush, braggart age, too venal to be great. 
 
 Each people centred in a sordid self, 
 A sordid fear pervades each head of state. 
 
 Who thirst for gain, it is an age of pelf. 
 Preposterous idol, once a calf of gold. 
 
 Now bloated up, an elephant in size ; 
 If such brute worship was a sin of old, 
 
 Insatiate Greed, what art thou l)ut a vice? 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA's THRONE. 291 
 
 And ask ye why the bells of Pales ring 
 
 As clear and solemn as on Easterday? 
 That caravel did gleeful tidings bring, 
 
 Therefore those happy throngs apparel'd gay, 
 And in each prayerhouse a gathering 
 
 Who kneeling praise Him, who had led the way 
 Of errant mariners athwart a sea 
 
 Untravers'd thitherto by any keel, 
 Now open to Hispania's Majesty 
 
 Thro' Gothic emprise and a stranger's zeal. 
 And as a hurricane that strikes the wave. 
 
 Upheaving surges as it blowing sweeps, 
 Till oceans roar which distant islands lave 
 
 And Neptune welters in his furrow'd deeps; 
 Or, as oft Victory outruns the horse 
 
 The courier spurns the tidings to convey, 
 Who finds the Kingdom's triumph in his course 
 
 Anticipated by a land's display 
 Of jubilant rejoicing, thankful glee. 
 
 So with each ring the belfry sends abroad 
 On wings of lightning the discovery 
 
 By him who did the wonder of a god 
 Away to cities and to hamlets far ; 
 
 All Spain is wild, incredible tales are rife 
 As tho' the ship returned from a star 
 
 With the elixir of immortal life. 
 The masses burn with eagerness to see 
 
 The trophies of the greatest conquest made 
 And, having seen, unanimously agree. 
 
 That none in fame may his fame overshade, 
 
292 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Whose great achievement is Hispania's theme; 
 
 His march to Court is hke that of a king; 
 With cheering wonderers the highways teem, 
 
 The towns and cities with his praises ring, 
 And, as if struck by an inspiring stream. 
 
 In pious awe the people rise and sing. 
 And wave a flag or wave a greeting hand. 
 
 The maiden vying with the louder boy ; 
 Profuse the flowers from balconies descend, 
 
 The lady's offering in hours of joy. 
 
 Proud Catalonia wears her very best 
 
 And sends her people forth with wild acclaim 
 And streaming banners to salute the guest. 
 
 Who comes to tell the story of his fame ; 
 At Barcelona, where the Sovereigns bide, 
 
 Triumphal arches show the royal will 
 To let the splendors of Iberia's pride 
 
 Enshrine the hero of unmatched zeal. 
 
 If ever man created was to reign. 
 
 It was Columbus mounted on his horse, 
 A noble knight among the knights of Spain, 
 
 For Conquest made and for a Caesar's course ; 
 He look'd majestic as the god of day. 
 
 Of lordly carriage and of princely face, 
 As if intended for the grand display 
 
 Of noble company and Royal Grace ; 
 His fifty years his locks made white and gray, 
 
 Else of his age there was no other trace. 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA's THRONE. 293 
 
 A laughing sky — it was the prime of Spring — 
 
 As mild a clay as Barcelona saw, 
 A breeze, as if those angels were on wing, 
 
 Who make the baby's cheeks like roses glow ; 
 A city deck'd with pomp and thrill'd with glee, 
 
 As tho' a sovereign victor trophies bore ; 
 The choicest flower of youthful chivalry 
 
 Who, proud and dashing, trotted four by four 
 To part the crowds, Avhose cheerings rend the air, 
 
 Such was the scene on that propitious day. 
 When, honor 'd high, the great discoverer 
 
 Beheld the Court him cheerful homage pay. — 
 And what a sight! men of a world unknown, 
 
 Unsightly, naked, ah, see how they grin ! 
 A beardless race, tho' full their hair is grown ; 
 
 How wild ! what ornaments ! and what a skin I 
 Strange birds ! what plumage, and those plants behold 1 
 
 Each thing is new, and precious things they are, 
 Those bracelets, rings and coronets of gold. 
 
 Which fill the inside of an ample car. — 
 But nothing rouses the bewilder'd mass 
 
 Until Columbus with his suit appears 
 Erect on horse, in gallant stateliness, 
 
 In height surmounting his attendant peers, 
 When multitudes their hearty joy express 
 
 And roaring voices rend the air with cheers. 
 No triumph this, like Pompey's of a day, 
 
 Mankind will treasure that unique parade 
 Till earth will crumble, sunk in ages gray. 
 
 And mighty races from remembrance fade. 
 
•294 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 In regal pomp the King and Queen await 
 Their famous Admiral of land and sea, 
 
 Around the Throne Spain's noblest are in state. 
 The heir-apparent, the elate grandee, 
 
 To greet Columbus, rank'd among the great, 
 And learn the tale of his discovery. 
 
 He comes, he enters the triumphal hall, 
 
 A throng of cavaliers bring up his train, 
 His gray- white head, a stature grave and tall, 
 
 A noble brow that wears a touch of pain, 
 "With reverence fill the Court from wall to wall, 
 
 And overawe the King and Queen of Spain, 
 Who rise, as if to give a monarch hail. 
 
 While he bends loyally a vassal's knee, 
 An homage which the Rulers do curtail. 
 
 Who bid him sit in face of Majesty. 
 
 "Your welcome be our pleasure," says the King 
 
 " Our honor'd Admiral of foreign seas, 
 Viceroy of distant islands, whence you bring 
 
 Those tidings which astonish us and please. 
 Now, what we read in outline is a mite 
 
 To feed the hunger for a rounder tale, 
 A relish but to whet the appetite 
 
 To know the whole and hear it in detail. 
 Thus give us your adventure's fullest run, 
 
 Since Providence doth deign us to possess 
 A new-found realm beneath the setting sun 
 
 With mines of treasure, seats of loveliness, 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA's THRONE. 295 
 
 And heathen tribes our Saviour will redeem 
 Thro' us, who glory in a task we love; 
 
 For Life is nothing but a passing dream, 
 And kings but actors prompted from above." 
 
 And, overbrimming with a joy that shone 
 
 From eye and mien, as did the prophet's face, 
 
 When sky-directed he bestow'd a throne 
 Upon the shepherd-singer of his race, 
 
 Columbus bows and in sonorous tone 
 At once the royal bidding thus obeys. 
 
 "Exalted Majesties in emprise great, 
 
 In counsel wise, redoubtable in war, 
 Whose kingdoms grow, whose glories culminate 
 
 In those new conquests on a far-off shore. 
 It is my pleasure, as it is your will, 
 
 To re-embark in spirit and sail on, 
 Till I my self-imposed task fulfill 
 
 And lay the fruit before Hispania's Throne. 
 Not gladder is the wooer whom the oar 
 
 Propelleth swiftly toward his maiden's bower 
 Than I was on the caravel that bore 
 
 Me from Huelva, till its highest tower 
 Receded slowly, dwindling in the blue. 
 
 With coast and hill behind a heaving sea. 
 With Ocean's vast before us to pursue, 
 
 Unfathom'd gulfs of Myth and Mystery. 
 As when a patient from confinement freed 
 
 The vital breezes with delight inhales ; 
 
296 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Or as, unharness'd, the unbridled steed 
 
 With snorting puffs the vital air assails, 
 So, as I saw our squadron heave and speed, 
 
 I more than zephyrs loved the rougher gales, 
 The sea-gull envying that laughs to scorn 
 
 The stormy violence of swelling seas. 
 When craven souls, despondent and forlorn. 
 
 Drink to the dregs the dastard's miseries. 
 
 " Faint-hearted men aboard my prospects marr'd 
 
 Despite my suasion to allay their fear ; 
 They wrung each other's heart as men ill-starr'd 
 
 When shore and rock had vanish'd in the rear; 
 Unwilling helpers, eager to discern 
 
 Ill-omens in the whisper of the breeze, 
 Could they, combined, not force me to return, 
 
 Who was to them the roving Genoese? 
 Too soon Suspicion rankled in the breast, 
 
 Alone I stood, a stranger and unloved. 
 How could in peace I sleep? I had no rest, 
 
 Tho' in my heart I the distrust reproved. 
 Suspicion is a reptile at her best 
 
 Whose grizzly coils all trust and friendship break; 
 Its forky tongue, if oft not manifest, 
 
 A deadly poison hides, it is a snake. 
 
 " The Grand. Synhedrium of the ancient race, 
 
 •Before the High-Priest was allow'd access 
 To Z ion's Ark, the Temple's holiest place, 
 The Seat of God's ineffable Holiness, 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA's THRONE. 297 
 
 Full seven days before Atonement Day 
 
 The Pontiff's worthiness in Council weighed, 
 Doubting his worth for Israel to pray, 
 
 His conduct searching, who for Salem prayed. 
 ' Remember, son,' the oldest priest began, 
 
 'For all the Congregation to atone. 
 To pray for Israel, to pray for man, 
 
 Thou wilt appear before Jehovah's Throne; 
 And if thou fail, unholy in thy thought. 
 
 Wilt thou escape the deep All-seeing Eye? 
 Dare not bestride the threshold of that spot. 
 
 The holiest beneath the sacred sky. 
 Unless prepared the Greatest God to meet; 
 
 For, failing in devotion, thou wilt die. 
 And thy demise would be a land's defeat.' 
 
 " Then wept the Senate, tears the High-Priest shed, 
 
 He diffident, tho' upright and prepared. 
 They, rueful to impugn a soul unread, 
 
 His person honor'd, and his sorrow shared. — 
 With like emotions, tho' unhonor'd then, 
 
 I enter'd on my Quest with sacred awe, 
 And never rested, ere with ink and pen 
 
 I noted. Sovereigns, what I thought and saw. 
 Too sure to doubt, yet fearful lest I be 
 
 Deceived witli others who received a gleam 
 Of transient light from Nature's sanctuary, 
 
 And woke to find it a delusive dream. 
 Insidious Apprehension rose Avithin 
 
 And Worriment to chase the hour of sleep ; 
 
298 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Had I anew that voyage to begin, 
 
 I could not long a healthy temper keep. 
 Who could be calm, environ'd, as I was, 
 
 With men distrustful, superstitious, too ; 
 With none to help Obedience to impose, 
 
 Who could rest easy with a dubious crew, 
 With Disaffection painted in each face, 
 
 A bent to conjure spectres from the deep, 
 To spy a monster in the creeping haze, 
 
 Who could a moment undisturbed sleep? 
 
 " Given the choice between a lazar's rag 
 
 And purpled cowardice I choose the first; 
 Let nurses chatter of the red-eyed hag. 
 
 The man who shadows fears is doubly curst ; 
 In sense aberrant, with a nervous eye 
 
 Ever alert some demon to discern, 
 He sees a goblin in each fire-fly 
 
 And fears lest lightning earth and heaven burn. 
 
 "I found this true when Teneriffe broke 
 
 Her flaming peaks upon our 'stounding gaze. 
 Where seething streams of dense sulphureous smoke 
 
 Upshot with thunder's peal and lightning's blaze. 
 A wonder, this, I saw Vesuvius frown 
 
 And Etna shudder, ere they belching roared ; 
 For both alike are shaken base and crown. 
 
 Convulsed by fires which Almighty stored 
 Within their bowels. He knoweth best wherefore ; 
 
 But crew and pilot pale as moonlight turned 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA's THRONE. 299 
 
 On seeing forth the glowing lava pour, 
 As if the crater for our terror burned, 
 
 Instead of showing, how Eternal Grace 
 
 Those powers chains, which may at any hour 
 
 Fell "Wickedness from off this globe efface, 
 Gomorrah-like depraved lands devour. 
 
 "A broken rudder, sails unfit for use, 
 
 "We mended slow at the Canary Isles 
 "Where long we linger'd, with no time to lose, 
 
 No wavelet stirring for a hundred miles; 
 For word was brought, as we becalmed lay, 
 
 Of hostile vessels Lusitania sent, 
 A warlike squadron within half a day 
 
 To intercept our lesser armament. 
 King John I credited with angry blood — 
 
 Too jealous he of conquest made for Spain — 
 With stretched canvas. Danger to elude, 
 
 "We took the sea, but strain'd our strength in vain; 
 For, tho' with utmost haste we westward stood, 
 
 "We made no headway on a breezeless main. — 
 No stir at noon ; the sea shines as a glass 
 
 That mirrors heavens -with no cloud in sight. 
 Slow hours Impatience lengthens as they pass, 
 
 At last a breeze sprung with ascending light. 
 And, as a fish ebb holds in waters low. 
 
 Leaps from the shallow toward the rising flood, 
 Regains the Ocean with the tidal flow. 
 
 The deep enlivening its unwarmed blood. 
 So, flush 'd with Animation, men and sails 
 
300 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Upstart conjoined, as if for a race ; 
 Uncoil'd the pilots order up the brails, 
 
 Each vessel speeds, each man is in his place ; 
 But as in distance Ferro sinks her head 
 
 Self-pity seizes many a fainting heart, 
 Suasion stammers when such tears are shed 
 
 As weanlings weep, who with a mother part, 
 A mother and a nurse as dear and sweet 
 
 As Cupid's longing for his chosen bride. 
 Uncertain wdiether they would ever meet 
 
 Thro' Fate that frowns, or oceans which divide. 
 I am the last to blame a homesick man. 
 
 My Genoa in tender love I bear ; 
 Of all fair cities the Elysian, 
 
 The fairest seat I Genoa declare; 
 Yet where we bide there God rules in this world, 
 • I call the Universe my spirit's home; 
 When I behold the starry skies unfurl'd 
 
 My soul exclaims : ' 'Tis thy Father's Dome I ' 
 The boon of Faith how give it to the blind ! 
 
 My crew did lack it, or I am unjust 
 In missing soundness in a morbid mind 
 
 That shrank in terror at a floating mast, 
 Such as one sees adrift, one of that kind 
 
 The shipwrights often into lumber cast. 
 
 > 
 
 " More cause for w^onder and some cause for fear 
 The seventh day I in our compass saw ; 
 
 North-West the needle varied, it was clear 
 In paramount obedience to some law 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA's THRONE. 301 
 
 Mysterious to account for, passing strange. 
 
 Three days this wonder held my constant eye, 
 No pilot thitherto observ'd the change, 
 
 The fourth day show'd them the new mystery 
 When hope their heart forsook and blood their cheek. 
 
 I read their sentiments, they were too plain 
 In mien and eye, for Terror cannot speak ; 
 
 They thought of wife and child, afar in Spain, 
 Of home and friends, of parents old and weak, 
 
 Endeared all, they would not see again. 
 
 "Whatever little Science of her light 
 
 Hath granted me, I effort made to throw 
 On this new problem to dispel the fright. 
 
 If not by facts then by exuberant flow 
 Of learned verbiage Ignorance extols; 
 
 In utter doubt as to the real cause, 
 I spoke presumptuous of the stars and poles, 
 
 I spoke despondent spirits to compose 
 And, thawing slower than Lake Baikal's ice, 
 
 My warmth dissolved Stupor's frozen crust ; 
 I labor'd hard and thought it worth the jDrice, 
 
 When crew and boatswain I heard laugh at last. 
 
 " Foreseeing newer revelations I 
 
 But for small hours retired from the deck ; 
 Else ranging from the poop the sea and sky, 
 
 Within my vision I did miss no speck. 
 My vigilance was vital furthermore 
 
 To put restraint on those I faithless knew; 
 
302 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 I knew some others treacherous to the core, 
 Who would, unwatched, serious mischief brew; 
 
 Tho' Admiral, I was yet to deplore. 
 
 Who but one friend had mid a churlish crew. 
 
 " Upon the deep the blandest breezes play. 
 
 With genial mildness flows the golden beam. 
 The zephyrs are of Andalusia's May, 
 
 And soft the brine as Andalusia's stream ; 
 Emblazed skies foreshow the springing day, 
 
 The sunsets glow, the eves with glories teem. 
 Our sails are up, our ships undriven glide 
 
 With air enough the canvas to inflate, 
 Like swans our keels the placid wave divide, 
 
 The peaceful nights lost Eden emulate. — 
 
 " It is September and the fourteenth night ; 
 
 The heavens, thick with constellations new, 
 Shine brighter than the stars we deem so bright, 
 
 In Azure set much bluer than our blue ; 
 The balmy air with music rings and song, 
 
 Don Roderick is the burden of the lay, 
 Luis de Torres with a fiery tongue 
 
 The minstrel's power doth and bard's display. 
 A burst of blaze and then a fire-ball 
 
 We in mid-heaven see scatter in descent. 
 As tho' a star exploded in its fall, 
 
 A dazzling flame illumes the firmanent ; 
 We are amazed, the wonder is not small. 
 
 The fainter hearts, alarmed, throb and pant. 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA's THRONE. 303 
 
 ** Hereafter uneventful pass the clays, 
 
 Alternate hopes and fears possess the crew, 
 One of my pilots dangerous blood betrays. 
 
 And with his spleen he doth the rest imbue. 
 The signs of land are numerous and sure, 
 
 The dolphin plays not in the deepest seas, 
 Nor can the tiny birds fatigue endure. 
 
 Who came to cheer us with their melodies, 
 While floating herbs for many days w^e pass, 
 
 On these a crab is caught, it is alive ; 
 But many cry : ' It is a sea of grass. 
 
 And rocks are underneath our keels to rive. 
 Six hundred leagues our vessels westward run, 
 
 Thus far we serve the King and Queen of Spain ; 
 The winds are blowing toward the setting sun, 
 
 We did enough a fool's repute to gain ; 
 The last extreme of horror let us shun 
 
 Before we rotting perish on the main.' 
 
 " It was so hard. Your Majesties, to hear 
 
 Such bitter clamor at my journey's end , 
 But soon they found they could not interfere 
 
 With my design, or make my manhood bend. 
 As he, who Israel made free and great, 
 
 A sea before him, mortal foes behind, 
 With desperate slaves his purpose to berate, 
 
 For help to Heaven turning, help did find, 
 So, in the anguish of a troubled soul, 
 
 I Succor sought by prayer, vow and tear, 
 That He protect me, that I reach my goal, 
 
304 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 That eastward winds disj)el the sailor's fear, 
 Who, ever morbid, in his fancy wove 
 
 A newer tissue others to replace: 
 It was, that westward steady breezes drove 
 
 The ships that never could their course retrace. 
 
 "And as if bearded Neptune never died. 
 
 Like all the gods, with sky-bestriding Jove, 
 Meseem'd I saw his head the deeps divide. 
 
 The rolling weaves like monstrous dolj^hins hove 
 Unmoved by aught above, it being still; 
 
 No cloud was there, a gentle west wind stirr'd 
 That could no hanging sail with motion fill ; 
 
 Who would not think a miracle occurr'd ? 
 
 " That selfsame day — the twenty-fifth it was — 
 
 Delusion, mocking one, deceived the rest ; 
 Alonzo Pinzon's cry hath proved the cause. 
 
 Why all saw mountains rise in the South-West. 
 Wild joy prevail'd, we gave praise to the Lord ; 
 
 But soon mine eye could the illusion scorn; 
 To please the crews I steered thitherward — 
 
 We found it vapor in the early morn. 
 Despondency set brooding on the crew, 
 
 'Twas Sancho Ruiz who cried : ' We are doomed T 
 The man was mad, his conduct was not new, 
 
 Who on my nature oft before presumed. 
 
 "The one I spoke of faithful stood between 
 
 Myself and them, whose plottings reach'd my ears, 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA's THRONE. 305 
 
 I met the glaring eyes of hateful spleen, 
 
 And armed for a strife with mutineers; 
 Return I would not, cost it what it may. 
 
 Resolved my Quest to make or forfeit life ; 
 I should have rather faced an open fray 
 
 Than dread the stab of an assassin's knife. 
 In this extreme Rodriguez stood by me 
 
 Most honorable, self-sacrificing, too ; 
 In heart a child, in arm an Ajax he, 
 
 Alone he check 'd the frenzy of the crew. 
 God's Will ordain'd it so, immutable He, 
 
 Decreeing tasks for every being here ; 
 All earthly powers rule by His Decree, 
 
 As do the seraphim in every sphere ; 
 Unblest the mind who can in History 
 
 The trail of Providence not follow clear. 
 Rome was no wonder with her world of chains. 
 
 Not more than they she deem'd her mightiest foes ; 
 A greater wonder was that child of pains. 
 
 Who rising broke the might of Pharaohs ; 
 And greater he a manger's fodder hid, 
 
 Who by his end above all martyrs rose ; 
 He was as great as the great things he did, 
 
 He was as holy as the task he chose. 
 
 "A something mightier than Fear and Grief 
 Upheld my fortitude when dangers grew, 
 
 A voice within, it was my deep belief, 
 
 Assured success, I knew the voice was true. 
 
 Unmoved by threats I westward bore again, 
 
306 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 October found our squadron on the sea 
 Above eight hundred leagues away from Spain, 
 
 Beneatli sweet Heaven's benignant canopy. 
 As if the blessed isles were thereabout, 
 
 Delightful airs we sunder'd all the while; 
 The indications round us left no doubt, 
 
 That land was nigh, perchance some happy islej 
 Such herbage green with leafage here and there 
 
 As could but lately drift from some near shore, 
 The inland birds, which darted thro' the air, 
 
 The dolphin's gambols at the vessel's prore. 
 The seamen held in expectations high ; 
 
 The haze of eve intense attention drew, 
 It look'd a mountain to the pilot's eye. 
 
 Who, undeceived, grumbled with the crew, 
 
 But seemed loath defiance to renew. — 
 The seventh of the month we saw great swarms 
 
 Of birds South-West direct their evening flight; 
 Small fowl that live on insects or on worms 
 
 Could not, I thought, on water spend the night; 
 Thus West-South-West our caravel took way 
 
 Agreeable to the course suggested by 
 Alonzo Pinzon on the previous day, 
 
 Who change of route advised, I knew not why. 
 Incessant symptoms of a neighboring shore 
 
 For sixty hours continued to beguile 
 The men, who watch'd the vast forevermore, 
 
 Lest right or left we miss some land or isle, 
 And when the. third day left us on the sea 
 
 The pent-up fumes broke forth in red-hot glare, 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA'S THRONE. 307 
 
 If I in thought recoil'd from Mutiny, 
 
 I never saw it thus in grim despair. 
 Not unprepared, and finding Suasion vain, 
 
 My answer took the firmness of command ; — 
 If but Columbus I, it was from Spain 
 
 I bore a message for the Great Khan's hand; 
 Nor would I cede a hair-breadth of the right, 
 
 With which Your Majesties invested me; 
 Nor should I outlaws hesitate to fight. 
 
 Who durst defy Hispania's Sovereignty ! — 
 And thus in open warfare wdth my crew 
 
 Our vessels glided, steering West-South-West 
 Where land was sure within a day or two,' 
 
 It was the crisis of my painful Quest. 
 Auspicious Providence provided well 
 
 For this emergency I so much feared ; 
 With break of day the seaman's anger fell, 
 
 The brightest hopes of land the pilot cheered ; 
 Green river weeds, a twig with berries on. 
 
 But lately sever'd from their native spot, 
 A staff with carvings nicely cut upon, 
 
 A reed, a broken board, we saw afloat. 
 
 " October the eleventh wears to eve 
 
 With golden splendors on the Western sky, 
 
 Our gliding vessels rippled waters cleave, 
 
 The crews and steersmen w^atch in spirits high 
 
 The boundless Ocean, eager for the fee 
 
 Assured him who would first a shore descry 
 
 Before another one the land would see. 
 
308 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The sun descends to the horizon's rim, 
 
 The mariners are gathering to pray; 
 As one they sing the daily vesper hymn, 
 
 When this, 'mong other things, to them I say, 
 
 " ' I must repeat the warning I have given 
 
 When the Canaries faded in our rear, 
 Lest unawares we on some rock be driven, 
 
 No caravel shall after midnight steer 
 When westward seven hundred leagues be made ; 
 
 Belike this eve the outlook will reward 
 The eye that penetrates the murky shade, 
 
 And make one richer than his mates aboard. 
 A velvet doublet purchas'd of my thrift. 
 
 Beside the royal pension settled on 
 The vigilant, be his especial gift, 
 
 Whose claim shall mention'd be before the Throne. 
 So much for Caution, but another word 
 
 Remains unspoken, which herewith I speak, 
 Lest ye impute the Mercy of the Lord 
 
 To senseless Accident or Fortune's freak. — 
 Not thus by manifold allurements drawn 
 
 Did men ere this upon these deeps advance, 
 Where never prow disturb 'd the teeming spawn ; 
 
 Vast latitudes of darkness and romance 
 We pass'd, as boys who bound from lawn to lawn, 
 
 Will sane Intelligence misname it Chance? 
 If I be vain I rue it, but I feel 
 
 Undamped pride and honor in my breast, 
 A joy my bosom can but half conceal. 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA'S THRONE. 309 
 
 A sense that Heaven this great emprise blest, 
 Who led us onward by His mighty Will 
 
 That I accomplish this immortal Quest.' — 
 The hours were sacred, which succeeded this ; 
 
 Unrolling heavens with mild lustre blazed ; 
 A billion glories in the fields of bliss 
 
 My spirit charmed, while the eye was dazed. 
 Yet earthward turning, centred in one thought, 
 
 In swiftness equal to the sunny ray. 
 My searching vision from a vantage spot 
 
 Thro' hazy dimness roamed far awa}--. 
 As far as eye by gleam of stars may see. 
 
 While others, thirsting for the proffer'd prize, 
 Controll'd by Hope, impell'd by Jealousy, 
 
 Let unremitting range their watchful eyes. 
 
 "The thought I had w-as one, and this was Night, 
 
 Eternal Night with God on the Abyss, 
 Before the spheres revolved in their height, 
 
 When all in Slumber lay and sacred Peace, 
 Till frighten'd Chaos heard : ' Let there be light ! ' 
 
 When suns did rise and myriad worlds like this. 
 How deep that Prescience of His deepest plan, 
 
 Who all creations usher'd by that beam 
 That growth insures to ever-growing man, 
 
 To brute and plant, wdiich, growing, happy seem I 
 An attribute divine as old as Time, 
 
 Light Wisdom wedded. Beauty was the birth, 
 Sw^eet Life had never risen from the slime 
 
 By them uncall'd, who heaven cheer and earth. 
 
310 THE QUEST OF iCOLUMBUS. 
 
 " This thought, as lightning,, darted thro' my brain, 
 
 A prayer foUow'd this uncommon thought, 
 A prayer of anxiety and pain; 
 
 As hghtning far ahead a fire shot. 
 It was no shooting star, I saw it plain. 
 
 My pulses quicken'd and my head grew hot. — 
 Another flash — it vanish 'd as it came. 
 
 * Say Pedro,' whisper'd I, ' saw you a light ? ' 
 He answer'd quick, he saw the transcient flame, 
 
 Yet was I doubtful, whether we saw riglit. 
 Night hung upon me, 0, for wings to fly ! 
 
 My ardor was as lover's tender greed ; 
 Of what avail to one the night-hawk's eye. 
 
 Devoid of pennons like this bird to speed? 
 Methought I saw another glimmer die. 
 
 It was enough my hunger's rage to feed. 
 
 " If neither cliif nor shore what was it then ? 
 
 At noon of night no glimmer broke the gloom, 
 No whisper broke the silence of my men 
 
 Till two, wdien ' Pinta ' made her lombard boom ; 
 Then joyous voices rent the dusky air. 
 
 Responsive shouts prolong'd the echo's roar; 
 With land ahead we durst not farther stir, 
 
 For there in half-clear, outline was a shore. — 
 I could have sung a sacred hymn of glee, 
 
 As he inspired from On High did sing 
 The great deliverance of the chosen free, 
 
 Jehovah's triumph over Egypt's king. 
 But from above grave Meditation came. 
 
BEFORE HISPANIA's THRONE. 311 
 
 Who in her train prophetic Vision brought; 
 Her solemn musings did my soul inflame, 
 
 In few small hours I lived a life of thought. 
 Unthought of questions hurried thro' my brain: 
 
 How strange this life, its problems how complex i 
 Creation call'd her creatures into pain, 
 
 Will Death and Dissolution pain relax ? 
 Why suffers Infancy and withers Youth, 
 
 There being Love and Justice in the skies? 
 Five thousand years may pass before a truth 
 
 Can pave her way amid a maze of lies. 
 For once the sphinx her brazen tongue untied, 
 
 I have the riddle's clue from Silence torn; 
 Contempt and Sapience dauntless I defied, 
 
 Alone I bore a world's unsparing scorn ; 
 I felt that Inspiration never lied, 
 
 And felt the purpose for which I was born. — 
 
 *' Yet of the realms before me dark and still, 
 
 The habitants thereof, if such there were, 
 Confusing fancies did a picture fill 
 
 In which my sober reason had no share. 
 Still, for a wonder waited I not less 
 
 Than India's Kingdoms, or Xipangu's Isles, 
 Where kings repose in golden palaces 
 
 And gems are hoarded in enormous piles; 
 Where maidens gather jewels on the shores, 
 
 A hundred princes serve the Great Mogul, 
 Who give their gold to fill his treasure-stores; 
 
 How could I dream of aught less wonderful?" 
 
BOOK XII. 
 ARGUMENT. 
 
 Columbus tells how he landed and took possession of the 
 land, which he describes; how the inhabitants fled and re- 
 turned ; what kind of creatures they are ; they mistake the 
 strangers for heavenly beings. He is in doubt about the region. 
 Many beautiful islands in sight, he touches at three of them ; 
 hears of Cuba and imagines it to be Xipangu. Landing at Cuba 
 he sends an embassy into the interior ; the envoys find the re- 
 port of a great king and his court a fancy of the natives. Co- 
 lumbus hears of Babeque, Quisqueya, Bohio, and Caritaba, and 
 steers for one of these isles. In a contrary night gale the 
 "Pinta" deserts the other vessels. Description of Cuba. An- 
 other island supposed to be inhabited by a man-eating race. 
 The Caribs and their terrible depredations. The ships touch 
 at the island ; the islanders fiy in terror. The beauty of the 
 country. Columbus succeeds in allaying the fear of the denizens 
 who come with offerings. "Hispaniola" is the new name of 
 the isle. How her people are ruled and how they live. Many 
 chieftains visit the Admiral. Following an invitation, the " Santa 
 Maria" proceeds to the place and founders on the way. The 
 help and sympathy of the natives. Seamen propose the build- 
 ing of a fort wherein they volunteer to stay; the fort is built. 
 The departure of Columbus for Spain. He meets the " Pinta." 
 Pinzon's methods. An incident that causes bloodshed. Steering 
 homeward. Terrific storms. The " Pinta " disappears in the 
 dark of night. The mental anguish of the Admiral, who lands 
 at the Azores. A narrow escape. Landing at the mouth of the 
 Tagus. Visit to the Court of King John. Spain's glory. The 
 Monarchs, Columbus, and the Court kneel to praise Heaven. 
 
 " Imagination on ethereal wings, 
 "While you, my Lieges, listen to my tale, 
 
 A trembling man before my vision brings, 
 I see the new-made Adam mute and pale 
 
 (313) 
 
314 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 The Western heaven watch with growing fear, 
 
 Lest yonder orb that glory sheds and gold 
 On Eden's meadow, never re-appear, 
 
 As now he sets, and things grow dark and cold. 
 "What must his joy have been when, rising new, . 
 
 He saw the East with blushing radiance glow. 
 Beheld the sun burst on his dazed view, 
 
 The beam enlivening all the realms below ! 
 Like him my heart throbb'd happy when at last 
 
 The morrow's gray foretoken'd passing night, 
 Aurora threw her blushes on the mast, 
 
 "Sweet Nature smiling woke, for there was light. 
 And as the sphere ascended from the East 
 
 Three armed boats Spain's banner to the shore 
 Myself in scarlet robed, as for a feast, 
 
 With high liturgic song in triumph bore. 
 The seaman chanting anthems like a priest, 
 
 Or like a pilgrim gleeful to the core. 
 As if in progress toward a sacred shrine 
 
 AVitli riddance promis'd from debasing Sin; 
 We felt as the Elect of Grace Divine 
 
 Who, soaring Godward, holy works begin. 
 
 " Campania boasts on the Tyrrhenian Sea 
 That Pan liis bounties lavish'd all on her; 
 
 Tho' born and bred in fairest Italy 
 I do herewith unprepossessed declare. 
 
 That no spot under heaven that I know 
 Where orchards blossom by Pomona's hand. 
 
 And fruit is glowing with Hesperian glow, 
 
A WORLD DISCOVERED. 315 
 
 "Where Ceres guards the harvests of the land, 
 Did I dehcious draughts hke those hihale 
 
 Which, on our landing, braced every sense; 
 Yea, nowhere such delightful airs prevail, 
 
 Such musky winds, such sweet exuberance, 
 As on that coast, which cool'd my thirsty soul ; 
 
 In tears I knelt Almighty's Grace to bless, 
 Who hath vouchsafed me the blessed goal. 
 
 The others knelt in tearful gratefulness. 
 Our altar was the shore, the priests were all. 
 The land I courted with an ardent kiss 
 
 Before I had Hispania possess 
 That virgin beauty with a sense of bliss, 
 
 A garden fair of the Hesperides. — 
 The sword unsheathed, the notary at hand. 
 
 The men attendant gather 'd in a ring, 
 I named Iberia mistress of the land 
 
 Beneath the standards of her Queen and King ; 
 Then for myself I strict allegiance claimed. 
 
 The oath of fealty each one had to swear, 
 The titles naming which my Sovereigns named, 
 
 And wdiich by writ with honors due I bear. 
 This act and ceremony on the shore 
 
 Gave unction to my station as Viceroy; 
 Forthwith the isle I call'd San Salvador 
 
 Mid shouts of triumph and elating joy. 
 
 " Meanwhile that swarm of creatures dark and nude 
 
 Who at our coming fleeing disappeared, 
 Slow re-emerged from tlie shady wood, 
 
316 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Long-haired, savage, with no sign of beard, 
 Yet shapely and fair-eyed, with not a trace 
 
 Of Afric's black in feature or in hair ; 
 Tattoos unsightly tainted frame and face 
 
 Of male and female, copper-skinned and bare. 
 Their utmost wonder plain expression found 
 
 In mien and gesture and bewilder'd look ; 
 They show'd us homage prostrate on the ground, 
 
 Adoring men whom they for gods mistook ; 
 And undeterred, as children acting free, 
 
 Their boldest ventured to approach us near 
 Enough to gratify Curiosity, 
 
 Tho' trembling like the half -confiding deer. 
 They thought our caravels were living things 
 
 That from the skies descended during night, 
 Prodigious monsters of enormous wdngs 
 
 That brought us thither from celestial height 
 With gifts for them ; and some believed we rose 
 
 On those huge creatures from the crystal w^ave. 
 On them, poor things, a tribute to impose, 
 
 Wherefore they fled themselves and wives to save; 
 A harmless race and healthy, like those few 
 
 I have imported from the new domain ; 
 Thus tribes unknown, unheard of hitherto 
 
 Are now the subjects of your Catholic Spain. 
 
 "And as the patriarch in Mamre's grove. 
 Who at his threshold waited for a guest, 
 
 God's angels welcomed with a feast of love, 
 Solicitous of serving them his best, 
 
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 So tliey, undoubtful of our heavenly birth, 
 
 Propitious offerings' before us laid 
 Of all those things they value most on earth, 
 
 And thought themselves abundantly repaid 
 By worthless trinkets given in return, 
 
 Imagining the gifts were of the sky. 
 Whose virtues by the smell they would discern 
 
 And then run off in rapturous ecstasy. 
 Metallic sounds, as of a jingling bell, 
 
 A mighty charm hatli for the Indian's ear ; 
 Whoever heard it yielded to the spell, 
 
 Indulging madly in a wild career 
 Of dancing, leaping, ravish'd with delight, 
 
 And crying turray, turray ! meaning sky, 
 They feeling sure, that but in Azure's height 
 
 Alone such notes are heard, such symphony. 
 
 " San Salvador no precious metal yields, 
 
 But fruits untasted elsewhere ripen here 
 In shady groves amid broad cotton fields 
 
 Hemm'd in by forests, green throughout the year, 
 While flocks of parrots furnish dainty meals, 
 
 With fish updrawn from crystal streams and lakes ; 
 A patch of yucca every native tills 
 
 Of which a food cassaha call'd he bakes. 
 
 " Such are his wants, and such is his supply. 
 Unyoked by Want he lives in idle ease. 
 
 His bed the turf, his canopy the sky. 
 Foreign to toil, he knows no luxuries. 
 
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 No envy rankles where no greed lays claim 
 
 To aught save necessaries of the day ; 
 Here Malice wakes not, Slander hath no game, 
 
 And Patience knows nor Hurry nor Delay. 
 What boon is ours dispensed with by them 
 
 Whose dream of Childhood is the dream of Age? 
 Who, strangers to Cabal and Stratagem, 
 
 Escape the torments of Ambition's rage? 
 Tho' unredeemed a Spirit they adore 
 
 And hope to reach their parents thro' the grave, 
 Who live on flesh and send forevermore 
 
 Those hollow echoes ringing from the cave. — 
 And what a region this? It was in vain 
 
 We tried by syllables to gather more 
 Than names of islands many utter'd plain 
 
 And, pointing southward, named, among a score, 
 A kingdom where the king held pompous court. 
 
 And whence invaders, powerful and bold. 
 With slaughter visited each isle and port, 
 
 Of nothing fonder than of slaves and gold. 
 That ruler must Xipangu's monarcli be. 
 
 None other could indulge such royal state; 
 None others save the swarms of Tartary, 
 
 I thought, could thus the islands depredate. 
 To know San Salvador and straiglit depart 
 
 In quest of other lands was now my plan ; 
 I had Xipangu and Cathay at heart, 
 
 Hispania's message to the greatest Khan. 
 A short survey along the coast did prove 
 
 The island's wealth and beauty more and more, 
 
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 Since brook and river, lake and mead and grove, 
 And harbors guarded by a rocky shore, 
 
 A picture made a painter to enchant ; 
 If Eden was a fairer land than this 
 
 It was the garden God Himself did plant 
 For man's delight, it was the seat of bliss. 
 
 "As in the moonless Azure stars excel 
 
 Each other's brilliance to the eye that would 
 Select the brightest, as no man may tell 
 
 The grandest sphere in vast Infinitude; 
 So tempted by the isles I nearest saw 
 
 In tropic colors rich and sylvan shade, 
 T felt my thirst for twenty others grow 
 
 The native guides in various quarters laid ; 
 But chiefly for that far-reputed isle 
 
 Where golden vessels grace the kingly board, 
 A thousand maids the ruler's time beguile, 
 
 A hundred vassals feed his jewel'd hoard. 
 
 " Within four days, the islands being near, 
 
 I took possession of the largest three 
 And gave them names good Catholics revere 
 
 Whose faith is deep and awe of Majesty; 
 The one, a maiden region with a smile 
 
 Of Flora's graces spread on field and wood 
 I named * Conception,' vesting in this isle 
 
 The emblem of Saint Mary's motherhood ; 
 As Andalusia green when fresh in Spring, 
 
 The other, hung with fruit and blossom, shone, 
 
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 Symbolic of my Liege^ Hispania's King, 
 
 She is henceforth as * Fernandina ' known. 
 But where expression find to paint the third 
 
 "Where Nature of her paragons displayed 
 In spice and herb and flower and singing bird, 
 
 Her groves in bloom perennially arrayed? 
 Here not a leaf reminded me of Spain; 
 
 Who could the names of fruit or blossom tell? 
 The fragrant wood and leafage who explain 
 
 As odd in shape as marvelous in smell? 
 My ignorance gave me a sense of pain ; 
 
 This isle, my Queen, I baptiz'd 'Isabel.' 
 Her denizens to those resemblance bore 
 
 Who at our landing did their awe express; 
 Except a few, who cotton mantles wore, 
 
 They unconcerned lived in nakedness. 
 Whatever hand may give they offer'd free. 
 
 As homage given beings from on high, 
 Accepting trifles with a childish glee, 
 
 As tho' assured it all came from the sky. 
 
 " Strange beings we, yea, strange in every trait, 
 
 Dissatisfied, however rich and free ; 
 We long and hope to pass thro' Eden's gate 
 
 And scorn an Eden's sweet simplicity 
 When met below, which we too lightly rate ; 
 As if the soul Salvation found in pelf. 
 
 The race for gold ideal Manhood soils; 
 Ay, blind the man who thus degrades himself. 
 
 The Lord's high purpose in his being foils ! 
 
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 Alas, for Wisdom ! nor am I the best 
 
 Among the erring of the human kind, 
 For when I heard of Cuba West-South-West, 
 
 I thither steered fabled hoards to find ; 
 A rich domain abounding in the ore 
 
 Of precious metal stored in hammer'd bars, 
 Where king and queen such burning sapphires wore 
 
 As would at night outshine the brilliant stars. 
 
 " Thus much by signs the Indians did convey 
 
 To me, who had Xipangu in my brain ; 
 Who else but she, the rival of Cathay, 
 
 Contesting oft her powers on the main? 
 Three days we sail'd, when in the distance clear 
 
 That island's lofty mountains rose to sight; 
 At first I thought, that Sicily was near, 
 
 The peaks attaining her majestic height; 
 Superbly ranging farther than the eye 
 
 Could follow up the zig-zags of the crest; 
 Above them soars that carrion bird of prey 
 
 Who in unclean recesses builds his nest. 
 ' Juana ' her I named, the noblest she 
 
 Of all the islands Christian sovereigns rule. 
 It were but justice to her scenery 
 
 To name her Grand, and call her Beautiful. ' 
 
 An empire in extent she seems one crown 
 
 Of rainbow tints and intertangled jewels; 
 There Winter bides not. Autumn wears no frown. 
 
 But after Spring, unbroken Summer rules. 
 Mellifluous warbling birds enchant the eye ; 
 
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 On some the feathers like enamel shine, 
 While others blaze as lightning when they fly 
 
 From flower to flower on pinions berylline. 
 In glitter robed the insects light the eve, 
 
 As living gems adorning shrub and tree ; 
 Flamingo flocks in glen and forest live, 
 
 Here trills the nightingale her melody. — 
 How of her countless herbs the sweetest glean, 
 
 Describe her balms, the flavors of her fruits? 
 Within her woods the stately palm is queen, 
 
 A race may live on her nutritious roots. 
 A magic realm it is the fairies hold 
 
 Who moonlight charm into Elysian peace; 
 Her silver glories rival those of gold, 
 
 The flowing song and fragrance never cease. 
 Earth hath no land which I, now growing old, 
 
 Would as a sojourn preference give to this; 
 Tho' much I said, I leave two-thirds untold 
 
 Of this great realm, believe me. Majesties. 
 
 " I saw enough and heard to nurse my dream, 
 
 That I was coasting up Xipangu's shore ; 
 Enchantment brooded over lake and stream, 
 
 Such wondrous things I never saw before 
 As lambent fishes of resplendent hues. 
 
 Which gliding sparkled in the lustrous tides; 
 Here drinks the oyster Heaven's pearly dews 
 
 And breeds that jewel Ceylon's Ocean hides. 
 But man is wild ; our coming made him flee 
 
 His thatched habitations bare and rude, 
 
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 Relinquishing his arts of low degree, 
 
 The carved idol and the mask of wood ; 
 Yet what he built show'd sense of symmetry, 
 
 A skillful hand in executions crude. 
 Thus coasting westward, landing here and there, 
 
 Interminable tracts in tropic bloom — 
 The brook or river flowing everj'^where — 
 
 Dispelling Doubt, made for Conviction room, 
 That here the Orient's Eastern regions lay, 
 
 The Mongol's border washed by the sea, 
 Perchance a vassalage of Great Cathay, 
 
 Belike the fisher's belt of Tartary. 
 Sky-bearing Atlas on his massive base, 
 
 Mons Calpe's rock, and Mount Abyla's peak ; 
 Sierra Nevada in perpetual blaze, 
 
 The Bosphorus and Suez no more bespeak 
 The continental magnitude within 
 
 Than Cuba doth approached from the main ; 
 An endless empire does here begin, 
 
 A world of wonders for imperial Spain. — 
 The 'Ocean's River,' I a harbor named 
 
 Which, as new silver, did in moonlight gleam; 
 As Guadalquivir in tale and ballad famed. 
 
 In dreamy silence rolls that mighty stream 
 Mid flowery clusters, orange-grove and palm ; 
 
 Here, seeking shelter from an adverse gale, 
 Six days we bode in undisturbed calm, 
 
 The richness testing of the blooming vale, 
 Where amorous warblers sing the sweetest Psalm, 
 
 Unnamed plants delicious balms exhale. 
 
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 We soon held intercourse with such as came 
 
 When reassured, an offering in hand 
 Of fruit or bread, or some unslaughter'd game, 
 
 Or other produce of a blessed land ; 
 But precious metals there were none to see, 
 
 No ring, nor bracelet, nor a grain of gold, 
 Which flow'd as tribute into the treasury 
 
 Of Cublay Khan, a knowing Indian told. 
 
 " Informed further, that within four days 
 
 An envoy could go thither and return 
 Where on his throne the Khan his kingdom sways, 
 
 I sent an embassy the truth to learn ; 
 The Hebrew Torres, versed in Oriental lore 
 
 And many tongues unspoken in our day. 
 Was of the mission chief Ambassador, 
 
 Spain's friendly message wisely to convey 
 To him, who rules supreme in his domain ; 
 
 The other, Perez, was to give report, 
 By close observing information gain. 
 
 And stand the second envoy at the court. 
 
 " They found no capital, there was no prince, 
 
 A village was the largest seat they saw ; 
 The inland dwellers did that state evince 
 
 Of life primeval built on Nature's law; 
 The Hebrew's learning was of no avail, 
 
 There being none to know a word of his. 
 It was the Indian guide who told the tale 
 
 Of our descent from skies of heavenly bliss 
 
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 With bags of presents for poor mortals here; 
 
 Whereat the elders did their reverence show 
 And others came to worship and to fear 
 
 The blessed visitors who deigned below 
 Thus graciously among them to appear. 
 One wore a plume, else naked like the rest, 
 
 No other token marking him as head ; 
 Yet they around him made it manifest, 
 
 That in all matters he the elders led. 
 All things were plentiful, except the one 
 
 In search of which man disembowels the earth ; 
 They look'd in vain for gold or precious stone, 
 
 And with the envoys I deplored the dearth. 
 
 "A child of dreams, a star was my desire 
 
 For which my mother counsel'd me to pray 
 To Him whose garment radiates light and fire, 
 
 Who gives the righteous worlds of bliss to sway, 
 When, having pray'd, as tho' the will was mine 
 
 To choose and keep the fairest orb on high, 
 I would each eve the one I chose resign. 
 
 Select another, doubt my choice and sigh. 
 This mood of Childhood ruled the earnest man 
 
 Whom regions weird to several islands lured ; 
 Blind Hazard led, a substitute for plan, 
 
 When Indian babble left me unassured. — 
 Intelligible speech, good Lord, how dear 
 
 The utterance of Knowledge sought in vain 
 In sounds that grate and rattle on the ear, 
 
 In lieu of pleasure, give a touch of pain ! 
 
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 If Cuba be no paradise below 
 
 There is no Eden hidden in the seas ; 
 But of her wealth wliat trophies could I show, 
 
 Her grandeur proving to Your Majesties? 
 How could, I reasoned, lands so rich and great, 
 
 A hundred isles, the least a king's delight. 
 Unclaimed stand, unsceptred vegetate, 
 
 Unyielding fealty to some ruler's might? 
 Uncrown'd my Quest, my triumph incomplete 
 
 With Babeque and Quisqueya unexplored; 
 I should the monarch of Bohio meet. 
 
 And see the Court of Caritaba's lord. 
 Whose hoards were marvelous, I did infer 
 
 From native tales in signs and words expressed ; 
 The Pinzons did my sanguine fancies share 
 
 To see the princes of those races blessed. 
 
 *' To East-South-East along the Cuban shore 
 
 Our squadron battled with a wrathful sea, 
 The groves and meadows blooming evermore 
 
 Upon the coast in wild luxuriancy. 
 My Quest was Babeque to the eastward laid, 
 
 A royal island under princely rule, 
 The noblest she of all, the Indians said, 
 
 Than Cuba grander, vast and wonderful. 
 
 " The winds blew contrary, mad fumed the wave 
 When, turning thither, we the Ocean faced ; 
 
 Thrice beaten landward, I, the ships to save, 
 Toward night a fourth time my career retraced ; 
 
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 But of our vessels ' Pinta ' was not there, 
 
 Nor answer'd signals hoisted her to guide; 
 Her disappearance was my grievous care, 
 
 For I suspected Martin Pinzon's pride, 
 Subordination seeming hard to bear 
 
 By one in habit to command and chide. 
 Might not such breach of Loyalty involve 
 
 A daring scheme of plunder or of gain? 
 A night's reflection quicken 'd my resolve 
 
 To end my Quest and hurry back to Spain. — 
 Three farewell days on Cuban soil we spent. 
 
 Three weeks our wonderment incessant grew, 
 Each fertile zone her vernal glories lent 
 
 To make her mistress of the isles I knew. 
 If eye and heart could speech their mirror make 
 
 My words enchanting splendors here unroll'd; 
 The beryl river and the silver lake, 
 
 The flowery clusters and the groves of gold. 
 Unmeaning seem where tides, as Azure's blue, 
 
 Reveal their secrets fifty fathoms deep; 
 Where Nature bathes in a sea of dew, 
 
 In robes of jasmine sleeps her virgin sleep. 
 Eight score of men I saw in one canoe, 
 
 The hollow of one trunk thus fitted well; 
 Yet larger trees in Cuba's forests grow 
 
 Than this, too large for savage skill to fell. 
 Were I a dullard I had scarce withstood 
 
 Majestic Beauty in her maiden dream, 
 That shone, as Iris in her plenitude. 
 
 From hill and valley, meadow, wood and stream ; 
 
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 At every turn the wonder-scenes renewed, 
 
 For Cuba's landscape doth with wonders teem. — 
 South-West the coast bent, eastward sail we spread, 
 
 Still thirsting for a sight of some great isle ; 
 The land we sighted fill'd our guides with dread, 
 
 Who cried : ' Bohio ! ' meaning in their style 
 A golden realm ; but in the selfsame breath 
 
 Their gestures show'd their horror of the coast, 
 "Where one-eyed fiends the stranger bleed to death, 
 
 His blood devour, on coal his carcass roast. — 
 Well-known the Caribs, terror of each shore, 
 
 Man-eating monsters, swallowing their prey; 
 Who dreaded not their revelries of gore, 
 
 Whose thirst for carnage blood can scarce allay? 
 With none at peace, with everyone at war. 
 
 The tiger's lust impels them life to slay. 
 One isle they favor bold viragos rule. 
 
 Grim Amazons they visit once a year. 
 Then claim the male-brood when the age is full, 
 
 Leaving the females to the mother's care; 
 But male and female heavy weapons wield, 
 
 The poison'd arrow send with deadly speed ; 
 With club or sword cuirass cleave, helm and shield, 
 
 Devour the foe and revel in the deed. — 
 Let Fiction garland her incredible lore 
 
 With fair Calypsos dwelling in some cave. 
 Make shrewd Ulysses roam from shore to shore, 
 
 Fell Scylla frustrate or Gharibdis brave. 
 Then send him trembling to Cimmerian dark 
 
 Where Phlegethon's infernal torrents hiss ; 
 
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 Or boat with Charon, hear Cerberus bark ; 
 
 These olden tales are fit for nurseries ; 
 But facts are mine, realities I state, 
 
 Responsible for all details I give 
 Of marvels words cannot exaggerate, 
 
 Things all may see, who slow are to believe. 
 
 " Might not Xipangu's yonder mountains be 
 
 Whereon sweet Heaven mellow brightness ]3ours? 
 Or dwells thereon some monstrous prodigy 
 
 That feeds on him cast on those sunny shores? 
 'Among the fairest thou wouldst yet seem fair, 
 
 So stately built, so lofty and so green ! 
 What pity if thou art the Carib's lair. 
 
 Of all the islands thou the bloody queen ! ' 
 Thus to myself, attempting to retain 
 
 A vivid picture of the queenly isle ; 
 Her coast resembles Andalusian Spain 
 
 In Springtide, beaming as an infant's smile. 
 
 '* Into a harbor on the Western end 
 
 Our vessels enter'd, as the day did pass ; 
 Sweet waters feed it, flowing from the land, 
 
 I named the haven ' Port Saint Nicholas.' 
 The river meanders thro' a valley's core 
 
 Before its tide the Ocean tribute pays ; 
 Its yellow sands are glittering with ore. 
 
 The sparkling gravel golden grains betrays ; 
 A shrill alarm thro' glen and thicket rung. 
 
 Voice echoed voice, then sound and echo died ; 
 
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 On distant heights the warning column sprung 
 
 Of smoke and flame, the fires multiplied ; 
 Day broke on reaches thick with fruit and flower, 
 
 A tropic radiance gilded every scene, 
 From herb and leafage dew fell in a shower 
 
 Of pearly drops upon enamel'd green ; 
 But, saving bird and insect, life was rare, 
 
 Untenanted the native village lay ; 
 Off to his forests fled the islander, 
 
 It useless were to lengthen here our stay ; 
 Spain's sacred emblem thus I planted there, 
 
 And bade our vessels heave out of the bay. 
 
 " This island's North attention close I gave. 
 
 Too much for one to muster at a glance ; 
 Transparent waters blooming regions lave, 
 
 Majestic palms the sylvan charms enhance ; 
 Such havens as we enter'd or pass'd by. 
 
 Such vernal richness filling valleys broad 
 As show'd unjealous to the passing eye 
 
 Their wealth unvalued, meads perchance untrod 
 Since man makes record and the ages fly, . 
 
 Could pleasure give a goddess or a god. 
 But here no Circe no Calypso dwelled. 
 
 Nor any Cyclopean monstrous brood ; 
 A damsel caught the seaman's fear dispelled, 
 
 They lighted on her straying in the wood ; 
 The creature trembled, moaning in distress — 
 
 A stately female she of native grace; 
 I had with garments clothed her nakedness, 
 
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 Adorned lier and, learning of her place, 
 I caused that eve two Indians bring her near 
 
 The village which appear'd her husband's home, 
 She never doubting, that her showy gear 
 
 Good angels wrought in the celestial dome. 
 
 " AVould God I could this world with faith imbue, 
 
 Man's heart we need to have him, brain and all, 
 For love is faith in virtue pure and true ; 
 
 The faithful stumble, but the faithless fall. 
 Why come they not, those visions old and sweet, 
 
 The mystic ladder and the bush ablaze? 
 Why did the ancient's gods or angels meet, 
 
 As tho' endow'd with superhuman gaze. 
 Whilst in our days by fagot, fire and screw * 
 
 The faith of Christ Your Majesties uphold? 
 Why doth to Christian, Musselman and Jew 
 
 No revelation the true Faith unfold 
 As in the times when man from Sinai heard 
 
 The Voice of God and did on manna live, 
 When signs from Azure warned those who err'd, 
 
 What else could they but things they saw believe? 
 Yet God is there and there His wonders are, 
 
 Tho' miracles are unperformed now ; 
 His fire-pillars shoot from star to star. 
 
 Earth, sea and sky His Majesty avow, 
 The dew-drop telling as the rainbow's arch. 
 
 How all creations one design fulfill ; 
 The hosts pursue their empyrean march 
 
 In the beginning fired by His AVill. 
 
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 Their faith was deep, who in our Sacred Lore 
 
 Uncurtain'd Heaven's Infinity of Liglit ; 
 Their insight pierced matters to the core ; 
 
 To them with Faith came spiritual Sight ; 
 A grosser age is ours, too gross to see 
 
 Almighty's Finger in things great and small; 
 Therefore those eyes of Greed and Vacancy 
 
 We see in sockets uninspired roll. 
 
 " Scarce had gray Dawn unveil'd the Orient's face. 
 
 The Eastern welkin nascent light unroll'd, 
 Auroral flashes shooting thro' the space, 
 
 Tipping the peaks with scarlet and with gold. 
 When serried tiles of natives shy and nude, 
 
 Our vessels seeking, swarmed on the shore. 
 While other crowds from thicket, hill and wood 
 
 The former joined, eager to adore 
 Immortal beings who before them stood. 
 
 Angelic guests undream 'd of heretofore. 
 
 " And, ere the morrow's fullness crown'd the day, 
 
 I made assertion of Hispania's claim. 
 Five thousand Indians nearby prostrate lay 
 
 When ' Hispaniola ' got her Gothic name ; 
 So homelike sweet, so fascinating fair. 
 
 So like the choicest seat of sunny Spain, 
 I could the loss of any country bear, 
 
 Free shelter granted in this isle's domain. 
 Where fruit and blossom flourish round the year, 
 
 Saturnian plenty burdens mount and plain. 
 
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 If man untempted paradise this day 
 
 Could as a gift of Heaven's Goodness claim. 
 He would, I doubt not, but an Eden sway 
 
 With 'Hispaniola' to dispute the name; 
 And those who dwell therein, how happy they, 
 
 Who scarce a passion have to curb or tame. 
 Chivalrous hosts, tho' naked and untaught, 
 
 Who pleasure found in giring what they gave 
 With lavish hand, if but the eye was caught 
 
 The stranger cast on things his heart did crave. 
 
 " Invited thither I a village saw 
 
 Of thousand houses, shaded well and neat; 
 A chieftain met me here with reverend awe 
 
 And sate with me, an escort at his feet ; 
 The belt he gave me and the mask are here, 
 
 My gifts he treasured as a heavenly boon ; 
 He touch'd my hands with reverence and fear, 
 
 And shared my meal and wine that afternoon, 
 He parted bowing, in his eye a tear, 
 
 As one who must, but would not go too soon; 
 A prelude this to such an homage high 
 
 As mortals pay to none of earthly mold ; 
 Our presence, deem'd a favor of the sky. 
 
 Drew thanks of joy and offerings of gold. — 
 
 " Such fruit bears Faith, intensest in its glow 
 When uninflamed its ardor blazes free 
 
 Referring wiser men, who fail to know 
 All being's goal, to the Great Mystery. 
 
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 " Cacique the title native rulers bear ; 
 
 Unlimited in power, they sustain 
 The Princely Dignity with royal care 
 
 And yoke their subjects with a gentle reign, 
 Their territories ranging in extent 
 
 From petty manors to a king's domain, 
 Wherein they roam about and victuals plant, 
 Else free to all, who friendly come to bide 
 
 And share in common what the soil affords ; 
 No landmarks here the mine from thine divide, 
 
 No iron master over servants lords; 
 A child's obedience and a parent's will 
 
 The tribe's relation to their chief portray ; 
 Like shaded brooks their weeks and seasons rill 
 
 Amid the blossoms of a lifelong May. 
 Where in this hemisphere, my Sovereigns, where 
 
 In those dominions undisputed great. 
 Are millions thus relieved of toilsome care, 
 
 Thus dreaming idly in the }5ristine state 
 Of man unfallen, childlike true and plain, 
 
 Unplagued by Want, untroubled in the breast 
 By real Sorrow or imagined pain, 
 
 As if theirs were the Islands of the Blest? 
 
 " By land and water messengers of peace 
 Arrived hourly, thirsting for a sight 
 
 Of things and beings from the spheres of bliss, 
 None doubting our descent from Azure's height. 
 
 What chief's petition to the rest prefer 
 Who came with shows of hospitable zeal ; 
 
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 Each one, to see his way our vessels stir, 
 
 Made humble offer, prayerful appeal. 
 I had my choice and gave the envoy ear 
 
 Whose numerous train bespoke a chieftain's might, 
 Who ask'd, that we before his coast appear, 
 
 Who would our coming welcome with delight ; 
 And, lest we doubt the kindness of the host, 
 
 The presents brought a kingly sense betray'd; 
 Might his not be Xipangu's famous coast 
 
 And hoarded wealth inferior vassals paid ? 
 'Ciljao,' current on the native lip, 
 
 This fond illusion foster'd in my brain ; 
 I saw a godsend in the envoyship, 
 
 But stress of weather did my will restrain; 
 It were unsafe to cause a fragile ship 
 
 Encounter billows of an angry main, 
 
 "Wherever I set foot or spent an hour 
 
 Intruders will a warning trace descry. 
 All emblematic of Hispania's power. 
 
 And all familiar to the Christian eye. 
 The gales relaxing I cut short the stay, 
 
 Our sails, inflated by a softer breeze. 
 The harbor left I named St. Thomas Bay, 
 
 And steered eastward the cacique to please; 
 For tidings brought by them I thither sent, 
 
 Enjoin'd sharply to return with eve. 
 Described him of a generous temperament, 
 
 A kindly Chief, who deign'd them to receive 
 With cordial good will and in princely style ; 
 
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 Unready with his heavenly guests to part 
 He tried his best their hurry to beguile, 
 
 The motive being a magnanimous heart; 
 But, finding them unchangeable in mind. 
 
 He made an escort lead them to the shore 
 With parrots loaded of a native kind, 
 
 With gold and cotton robes of his own store. 
 Thus prejDossessed for this friendly lord 
 
 I made the breezes waft our vessels there ; 
 The sun descended as I stood on board 
 
 The ' Santa Maria ' guarded by my care. 
 
 "That Eve it was, the sweetest of the year. 
 
 The Christian's happiest, who doth believe 
 In God's Messiah who our pains did share 
 
 For man's redemption; it was Christmas Eve 
 When Age and Youth are blended in a glee, 
 
 Innumerable chimes hosanna ring. 
 Ring out the Lord's immutable decree. 
 
 That man be saved by Judah's baby king; 
 When Hell, wide-yawning since the birth of Sin, 
 
 Her portals closes thro' that holier birth 
 By which mankind's new era did begin. 
 
 Progressive cycles for the sons of earth. 
 Betwixt the parts we cradle call and grave 
 
 On Life's high-sea the winds our vessel steer, 
 With Faith as pilot we can tempest brave. 
 
 And close in peace a righteous career; 
 By Christ restored, man, forever safe. 
 
 Need neither Satan nor Pedition fear. 
 
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 " By Slumber and Exhaustion overcome, 
 
 Reclining in my seat I dream'd and slept; 
 A vision took me to my mother's home 
 
 Where on my head a blessing hand she kept; 
 Her hand was cold, its weight was cumbersome, 
 
 Gloom hung on her, she look'd at me and wept; 
 Her falling tears a rain of jewels turned, 
 
 As lava hot the blood rush'd thro' my veins, 
 Methought a furnace in my bosom burned, 
 
 I felt unbearable my mother's pains ; 
 Wherefore these tears? I asked her and learned 
 
 No more than this : ' My son, thy chains, thy chains 1' 
 • My chains ! ' I cried, when off the image fled, 
 
 Her figure melting as a thing of air, 
 Another picture rising in her stead — 
 
 My Felipa again, superbly fair, 
 A flaming nimbus round her beauteous head, 
 
 The lustre burnishing her golden hair ; 
 She, unforgotten, shares among the dead 
 
 Seraphic Beatitude, her blissful share. 
 Her eye caught mine wlien, under some great spell, 
 
 Ethereal lightness broke my body's weight 
 Which, as a cumbrous load, around me fell, 
 
 I felt my spirit's disembodied state. 
 And, as from cannon's mouth the loosen'd shell 
 
 The distance seeks at an enormous rate ; 
 Or, as imprison'd fire, breaking way. 
 
 The ruling law of gravity defies 
 And, scorning matter's overwhelming sway, 
 
 With light's velocity to heaven flies, 
 
338 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 So, unimpeded by the massive frame, 
 
 Witli her I cHmb'd the incorporeal s^Dace, 
 
 An awful height mid Idazing light of flame 
 My guide selected as our resting place. 
 
 " ' Thy world, Christopher, of the hemispheres 
 
 This younger half,' she said, ' with care survey ; 
 She will the greatest he in coming years 
 
 And be the freest empire for aye ; 
 Great kingdoms by their monarchs ruled and peers 
 
 Her favor'd Chief shall sovereign homage pay ; 
 Distress and Hunger shall here dry their tears. 
 
 Her liumblest sons no tyrant shall obey ; 
 A world of peace and harvests, they afar 
 
 Who bear Oppression's yoke shall call lier blest, 
 The peaceful half of this unpeaceful star ; 
 
 Thy world, Christopher, this, behold thy West 
 
 Henceforward open ; thou didst break the bar 
 
 Withstanding vainly thy triumphant Quest.' 
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 "Hereat the eye with piercing sight endow'd 
 
 A hemisphere between two rolling seas 
 Surveyed, as tho' the vision of a god 
 
 The power gave me over distances 
 Immeasureable, built up, with space for more 
 
 Than all the empires of Asia hold ; 
 In width a thousand leagues from shore to sliore, 
 
 It seem'd an Eden bathed in streams of gold. — 
 As from a cliff that overhangs a deep 
 
 Of rushing waters one may watch and see 
 
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 The boat and raft adown the river sweep, 
 
 And all thereon pass with rapidity, 
 So from our station wondering I saw 
 
 Continuous stretches fleet before mine eye; 
 I seem'd to see a world on wheels below. 
 
 On roads of steel palatial dwellings fly. 
 Thro' tunnel'd mountains running, or ascend 
 
 Acclivities by some mysterious might; 
 Of populous cities there appear'd no end. 
 
 They hurried by and faded out of sight. 
 An ominous shadow vast as the expanse 
 
 From sea to sea inwrapp'd the world in night; 
 The darkness crept in masses black and dense 
 
 And, like a monster, swallow'd life and light. 
 Fear seized my soul, around me all was dead, 
 
 I heard a wailing voice, and then a moan — 
 Then dreadful silence — my companion fled — 
 
 Then came a shock, a shiver and a groan : 
 ' Our ship, our ship ! ' they cried ; I raised my head — 
 
 To find my vessel on a shallow thrown ! 
 
 " Too late to save the ship — perfidious watch, 
 
 That Avent to sleep the moment I withdrew ! 
 And off tliey run who earned sharp reproach, 
 
 Confusion seizing the confounded crew. 
 Help came in time ; the ' Nina's ' craft was near, 
 
 No help for ' Santa Maria ' sunk in sand ; 
 We did our utmost the dooni'd ship to steer. 
 
 The breakers proving mightier than the hand ; 
 Slie sunk in dark, I shed for her a tear, 
 
340 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Who could unwept see his best vessel strand ! 
 Unseamed in part the currents fill'd her hull, 
 
 She lay aground embedded on her side 
 By watchmen wrecked who, undutiful, 
 
 Left her adrift upon a treacherous tide. 
 
 " It was a true, an unaffected grief 
 
 Guacanagari show'd at my distress ; 
 His was the sorrow of a generous Chief 
 
 Whose actions proved the love he did profess. 
 Canoes and men he sent to our relief, 
 
 And did his guards into our service press ; 
 They saved the wreck, they landed all her gear, 
 
 Yet was I sad, my noblest ship was lost, 
 Soon came the chief his cheerless guest to cheer, 
 
 My sadness was unbearable to my host 
 Whose liquid eye Compassion's sacred flow 
 
 Sent forth in pearls invaluable to me; 
 Far more than rubies, which as fire glow, 
 
 I price tliose pearls of human sympathy. 
 O, Love divine ! untaught and yet how deep ! 
 
 Ingrafted ofttimes on the simplest soul ; 
 If our great sorrows make the angels weep, 
 
 The angels are unvisited by Dole; 
 Their dearest perish not witli Death to sleep, 
 
 Nor have they taste of what we anguish call; 
 But man who fathoms every deep of woe, 
 
 Himself a child of perishable clod, 
 If he find tears on others to bestow. 
 
 It shows him kindred to the loving God. 
 
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 " "Wild people they but noble to the core, 
 
 A nobler kind did never tread the earth, 
 And, tho' the most of them no garments wore, 
 
 They acted like the noblemen of birth. 
 Their Chieftain foremost in demeanor stood, 
 
 In every feature dignified was he ; 
 I say not much in saying they are good, 
 
 And courteous, too, like men of chivalry. 
 The neighbor's love their gentle manners teach, 
 
 On Nature's table prince and people feed ; 
 .Superfluous here man's brotherhood to preach 
 
 Where man is foreign to the cruel deed ; 
 Where Theft and Lie no cause have to exist, 
 
 The daily wants are satisfied with ease ; 
 Where he who at his fellow shakes a fist 
 
 The earmark bears as breaker of the peace. 
 
 *' The feast and sport were now tlie Chieftain's care, 
 
 Who tax'd his arts to entertain his guest, 
 Of masks and coronets the princes Avear 
 
 He gave me six of each, and these his best; 
 And when of shining boots he got a pair, 
 
 A silver ring, a mantle and a vest, 
 His eyes dilated with extreme surprise 
 
 At gifts so precious, which I freely gave. 
 Things cherub envies cherub in the skies 
 
 And priceless here, because too rare to have. 
 So thought the Chief, so every native thought 
 
 Who for a hawk-bell handfuls gave of gold. 
 Still deeming the elixir cheaply bought 
 
342 ' THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 That would the outlay treble, if resold ; 
 For nothing could the ravishment excel 
 
 Of him who, dancing to an Indian air, 
 With rapture heard the jingling of the bell 
 
 That made the blood of thousand natives stir. 
 
 " I wonder'd little at their earnest plea, 
 
 Who sought i)ermission on the isle to stay, 
 To build a fort and mount a battery 
 
 Of * Santa Maria's ' wrecks, which useless lay ; 
 And, tho' unprompted rashly to agree 
 
 How could I irrefutable facts gainsay — 
 Prospective dangers — and these not a few — 
 
 Should some mischance befall us on the wave 
 When, overcrowded by a doubled crew. 
 
 The chances dwindled ship and men to save? 
 The Chief consented, that a fortress rise. 
 
 When told it was the Carib to deter 
 From ravging his country by surprise. 
 
 Henceforth entrusted to our gafer care ; 
 His good will granted, help was undenied ; 
 
 A native multitude with lusty grip 
 The pick and shovel, axe and hammer plied — 
 
 Uprose a castle from a wrecked shij^. 
 Impregnable ' La Navidad ' appeared. 
 
 The cannon boomed at her ' Nativity,' 
 *La Navidad!' a name tlie Spaniard cheered, 
 
 Smoke-wreathen thunder belch'd o'er hill and tree, 
 The frighten'd natives the explosion feared. 
 
 Some fell astonish'd, I saw others flee. 
 
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 Like birds that scatter at a strange report ; 
 
 But, reassured, no foe would them annoy, 
 Thus guarded by the terrors of the fort, 
 
 Their fright subsided, giving place to joy. 
 
 "The hour of parting was an hour of pain; 
 
 To think of them — but thirty-nine in all — 
 Thus sever'd from their country by a main 
 
 With no resources, should the fortress fall. 
 How easy could the bravest come to grief. 
 
 Should Caonabo on their fort descend 
 A myriad strong, and he a sullen Chief, 
 
 The warlike lord of wooded rocks and land ! 
 Arana holds the power them to lead. 
 
 Who gather'd round me to receive advice ; 
 To shun indulgences which ill-will breed. 
 
 Respect the Chief, and guard against surprise. 
 Sum up my counsel at the parting hour. 
 
 A feast of honor the cacique I gave. 
 Once more the lombard bellow 'd from the tower, 
 
 My quick departure made the Chieftain grave, 
 Who promise made to do all in his power 
 
 For them who stayed with him his foes to brave. 
 
 "Hard was the parting, but it had to be. 
 Pathetic was the last, the close embrace 
 
 Of them who faced the hazards of the sea, 
 And those remaining nameless fears to face ; 
 
 For. who on shore could Safety guarantee 
 To strangers cast amidst a savage race? 
 
344 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Mine was a sadness not unmix'd with joy, 
 
 The cannon's boom was music to my ear, 
 And sweeter still the mariner's 'ahoy!' 
 
 That made the ' Nina ' budge and eastward steer ; 
 Sure it was time, lest Accident destroy 
 
 The precious fruitage of my life's career, 
 That I stood homeward chary of delay 
 
 The older world a newer one to give. 
 Her wondrous men and products to display, 
 
 That they who doubted may their eyes believe. — 
 Antiquity, as far as knowledge runs, 
 
 No venture tells in story or in rliyme. 
 And ages to uprise with rising suns, 
 
 Will never tell such tale another time 
 As this ; a ship unfraught with precious store ; 
 
 Yet if twelve tons of sapphires were my freight 
 I deem'd them less a trust than what I bore — 
 
 A world's discovery, long withheld by Fate ! 
 The winds, the gales, the currents of the air. 
 
 How them control to make my fragile ship 
 With winged speed the precious tidings bear 
 
 Athwart the surges of the slioreless deep ! 
 Alone ! if lost what loss for Spain and me ! 
 
 Unhappy thought, to perish thus unfamed, 
 To see oneself a man of Destiny 
 
 And sink, perchance, a fool and braggart named ! 
 With Pinzon and the ' Pinta ' and her crew. 
 
 Now that my vessel founder'd, I should have 
 Two caravels, the cheer and help of two. 
 
 And brighter hopes my labor's fruit to save. — 
 
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 The ' Pinta ! ' sure I heard the ' Pinta's ' name, 
 As tho' it was an eclio of my thought ; 
 
 ' The " Pinta " hoy ! ' clear from the masthead came, 
 The watchman sighted her — she is afloat ! 
 
 " No hp, my Sovereigns, should dishonor Fame, 
 
 Nor manly Hardihood, nor Zeal dispraise, 
 But Martin Pinzon's ways I have to hlame, 
 
 His word and deed betraj^'d a double-face, 
 A lack of manhood and a want of shame, 
 
 My soul is loath to utter his disgrace. 
 Who to my gratitude can raise a claim. 
 The devil Mammon, Satan's basest tool, 
 
 This glossy liar, who mankind misleads, 
 In every province combats Virtue's rule, 
 
 Deception fosters and on Honor feeds, 
 The prudent Pinzon into error led, 
 
 His instinct waking of insatiate Greed ; 
 It was for lucre he my presence fled, 
 
 His vessel using of superior speed. 
 By chance I landed on the selfsame shore 
 
 Where weeping parents for their children cried 
 He unreluctant from their bosoms tore 
 
 Despite of gold they in exchange supplied ; 
 And, tho' I made him the young ones restore. 
 
 He red with fury my connnand defied. — 
 Remained for me to hasten my return. 
 
 His friends were many, Avellnigh all the crew. 
 His haughty manner gave me great concern, 
 
 I durst no longer thus my Quest pursue. 
 
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 Provision'd well, our water-casks to fill 
 Our boats proceeded up a limpid flood 
 
 That pour'd as crystal from a wooded hill — 
 To mingle soon with native human blood. 
 
 " Men fierce and hideous there in ambush lay 
 
 With bows and arrows and enormous swords, 
 As if our men to capture or to slay. 
 
 They broke on them untwining heavy cords ; 
 In self-defense the seamen had to fight, 
 
 Two Indians fell transpierced by the steel, 
 The others found Security in flight, 
 
 With many a bruise and a hurt to heal. 
 Who else but Caribs this ferocious tribe, 
 
 Unsightly creatures, powerful in frame? 
 No trinket their ferocity could bribe, 
 
 Men-eating monsters of terrific fame. 
 
 Yet unexpected, with undaunted mien, 
 
 Next early morning, ere we anchor weigh'd, 
 Their Chief appeared with no sign of spleen, 
 
 ]\Iy presence sought and humbly homage i:)aid, 
 As tho' regretful of the treacherous act 
 
 That led to bloodshed on the previous day ; 
 He left a coronet of gold compact, 
 
 Ate bread and honey, bow'd and went his way; 
 When all aboard made ready for the sea, 
 
 The ' Nina ' hove, the ' Pinta ' stretch 'd her sail ; 
 I sunk my weight upon a bended knee. 
 
 Imploring Heaven, that kindly winds prevail. 
 
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 *' If man be great as lie presumes to be, 
 
 Let bim on land bis boastful claim sustain, 
 But on tbe stormy deeps bow belpless be, 
 
 Wlio, tossed about, finds all bis cunning vain, 
 And must acknowledge bis impotency 
 
 Wben left to struggle witb an adverse main. 
 Wlio counts tbe days wbicb stealtbily pass by. 
 
 Or counts tbe weeks tbat fleeting come and pass'^ 
 To one at bome tbe moons unnoticed fly, 
 
 Tbe season's cbange is seen by cbanging grass ; 
 But on tbe sea tbe bours are dull and slow, 
 
 Tbe minutes creep, tbe days are long indeed ; 
 Tbe lingering Sundays unregretted go, 
 
 Life crawls unrelisb'd, Time restrains ber speed ; 
 And wben fierce gales in opposition blow 
 
 Tbe mariner must Patience make bis creed. — 
 Tbree-fourtbs, I judged, of Atlantic's vast 
 
 Our vessels traversed in a forty days, 
 "Wben from tbe Nortb-West bursting, sweeping fast, 
 
 A tbreatening tempest darken'd Nature's face, 
 Tben flasb'd tbe ligbtning, swept tbe furious blast; 
 
 Majestic Ocean tbunder'd tbro' tbe space ; 
 His broken billows leaping to tbe mast 
 
 Admonisb'd us to kneel and pray for grace. — 
 Tbree days and nigbts tbe tempest-smitten main 
 
 Witb raving fury broke tbe seetbing wave ; 
 Toward eve I thougbt all buman eifort vain 
 
 ^lid yawning gulfs my sbip or crew to save; 
 The wbelming storm became a hurricane, 
 Atlantic's deep appear'd my destined grave. 
 
348 THE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 " A frightful night ; the elements run mad ; 
 
 The * Pinta ' gone ! perhaps to come no more ; 
 My foremast broken, and the canvas spread 
 
 To keep us floating crazy furies tore. 
 A chaos of a night ! and what a day ! 
 
 A rage below, a deluge from above; 
 A bleak horizon streak 'd with dark and gray; 
 
 As if great Neptune with the Titans strove, 
 The churned surges, capp'd with flying spray, 
 
 In frenzied mountains from the bottom hove 
 And on each other with such fury fell. 
 
 As beast on beast when grappling in despair; 
 To be thus menaced by a boiling hell 
 
 Was more, your Majesties, than I could bear. 
 ' If I escape,' I vow'd, ' the tempest's rage 
 
 I will bare-footed seek the Virgin's shrine.' 
 The crew agreed to make this pilgrimage. 
 
 We knew our succor must be Help Divine ; 
 And, lest my record be effaced with me, 
 
 A parchment in a barrel told the tale. 
 Directed to Iberia's Majesty, 
 
 And thus entrusted to the sea and gale. — 
 A miracle, and nothing less it is, 
 
 That we survived that sea-upheaving storm: 
 That I am here before Your Majesties 
 
 Inhaling vital air, alive and warm, 
 Is God's great wonder, who myself did spare 
 
 For such a happy, such a glorious hour; 
 Well must I Jonah's thankful prayer share, 
 
 For the Abyss had over me no power. 
 
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 "There was a break in the tempestuous cloud, 
 
 Tho' unabating yet the tempest blew ; 
 The heavens wore their melancholy sliroud, 
 
 Did he not err, the boatswain of the crew, 
 Whose cry of land was just as dear to me 
 
 As when it sounded many weeks before. 
 The signal then of my discovery. 
 
 My life's high end, my fame forevermore? 
 It was an island, everyone could see, 
 
 "Whatever land, thank Heaven, it was a shore. 
 How land against the frenzy of the blast ! 
 
 A coast, and near, and still in danger we ; 
 It seem'd the tempest would forever last. 
 
 Forever toss us on a raging sea ; 
 For, when approaching land, we anchor cast 
 
 The moorings gave us no security. 
 
 " What came to pass thereafter my report 
 
 Imparted fully to Your Majesties; 
 King John received me princely at his Court, 
 
 It was his fault he did my service miss. 
 The error his with Earnestness to sport. 
 
 Debasing Royalty by infamies. 
 Suspicion guarded me at the Azores 
 
 Against the snares of Castaneda's guile ; 
 His ways were dark, his dealings might be worse, 
 
 Had I incautious landed on his isle. 
 The dread of shipwreck on a crazy sea 
 
 In face of Cintra's harbor made me yield 
 To my despondent crew reluctantly ; 
 
350 TPIE QUEST OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 Against the storm, I made that rock our shield, 
 Distrustful tho', lest jealous Portugal, 
 
 Her folly ruing, lay some treacherous scheme, 
 My ship to wreck or to effect my fall; 
 
 ]\Iy fear proved groundless, yet it was extreme. 
 
 " The Highest Will decreed, it was for Spain 
 
 I went in quest of an unsc^ptred world ; 
 For her I traversal the unfathom'd main, 
 
 In virgin kingdoms I her flag unfurl'd. 
 Those kingdoms, Sovereigns, I lay at your foet, 
 
 A world of treasure and a work of bliss ; 
 I i;)raise Almighty, Monarchs, it is meet 
 
 That Spain thank Heaven, led ])y Your jMajt'sties." 
 
 "Torthwith the Hulers rose in sacred glee, 
 
 Columbus rose, his countenance aglow ; 
 The King and Queen for prayer bent the knee, 
 
 Columbus knelt, they pray'd in accents low ; 
 The courtier knelt, next him the proud grandee, 
 
 They heard the anthem from the chapel flow. 
 And felt such awe, such thrills of ecstasy 
 
 As only saints and prophets feel below 
 When visions break on them and God is near ; 
 
 Te Deum was the overpowering strain 
 That made the audience shed Emotion's tear-- 
 
 It was the great, the holiest hour of Spain. 
 
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