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 Bogotian's brow! How clap in pride Grenada's hands; How glows Venezuela's heart; And how, through Cartagena's lands, A thousand chiefs and hero's start. Paez, Sodeno, 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 glitering legions of Castile. I see the gallant Roxas grasp The towering banner of her sway; And Monagas, with fearful clasp, 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 stroke of old Zaraza's flail. Oh, generous heroes! how ye rise! How glow your states with equal fires! 'Tis 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 father of the damsel started to his feet, and with confusion in his countenance, 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 compelled 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 tastes. 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 with the happiest and highest endowments, and by earth with the noblest sentiments of pride and country. When the music ceased, Zalabariata was about to apologize, and to explain, but Bolivar again gently and affectionately arrested his utterance. "Fear nothing," said he. "Indeed, why should you fear? I am in the greater danger here, if there be danger for any; and I would as soon place my life in the keeping of that noble damsel, as in the arms of my mother. Let her remain, my friend; let her hear and see all; and above all, do not attempt to apologize for her. She is my ally. Would that she could make these _men_ of Bogota feel with herself--feel as she makes even me to feel."