Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription SOUTHWARD HO !
Oh ! could we stir with other names,
The cold, deaf hearts that hear us now,
How would it bring a thousand shames,
In fire, to each Bogotan's brow !
How clap in pride Grenada's hands,
How glows Venezuela's heart,
And how, through Cartagena's lands,
A thousand chiefs and heroes start.
Sodeno, Paez, lo ! they rush,
Each with his wild and Cossack rout
A moment feels the fearful hush,
A moment hears the fearful shout!
They heed no lack of arts and arms,
But all their country's perils feel,
And, sworn for freedom, bravely break,
The glittering legions of Castile.
I see the gallant Roxas clasp
The towering banner of her sway ;
And Monagas, with fearful grasp,
Plucks down the chief that stops the way
The reckless Urdaneta rides,
Where rives the earth the iron hail ;
Nor long the Spanish foeman bides,
The strokes of old Zaraza's flail!
Oh, generous heroes, how ye rise !
How glow your states with equal fires
'T is there Valencia's banner flies,
And there Cumana's soul aspires;
There, on each hand, from east to west,
From Oronook to Panama,
Each province bares its noble breast,
Each hero�save in Bogota!

At the first sudden gush of the music from within, the fatrie
of the damsel started to his feet, and, with confusion in his coun-
tenance, was about to leave the apartment. But Bolivar arrested
his footsteps, and in a whisper commanded him to be silent and
remain. The conspirators, startled if not alarmed, were com-
pelled to listen. Bolivar did so with a pleased attention. He
was passionately fond of music, and this was of a sort at once
to appeal to his objects and his taste. His eye kindled as the
song proceeded. His heart , rose with an exulting sentiment.
The moment, indeed, embodied one of his greatest triumphs
the tribute of a pure, unsophisticated soul, inspired by Heaven