Witness Clavijo, where the dreadful cry Of Santiago, then first heard, o’erpower’d The Akbar, and that holier name blasphemed By misbelieving lips! Simancas, thou Be witness! And do ye your record bear, Tolosan mountains, where the Almohade Beheld his myriads scatter’d and destroy’d, Like locusts swept before the stormy North! Thou too, Salado, on that later day When Africa received her final foil, And thy swoln stream incarnadined, roll’d back The invaders to the deep, ... there shall they toss Till on their native Mauritanian shore The waves shall cast their bones to whiten there. XIX. RODERICK AND RUSILLA. When all had been perform’d, the royal Goth Look’d up towards the chamber in the tower, Where gazing on the multitude below, Alone Rusilla stood. He met her eye, For it was singling him amid the crowd; Obeying then the hand which beckon’d him, He went with heart prepared, nor shrinking now, But arm’d with self-approving thoughts that hour. Entering in tremulous haste, he closed the door, And turn’d to clasp her knees; but lo, she spread Her arms, and catching him in close embrace, Fell on his neck, and cried, My Son, my Son!... Ere long, controlling that first agony With effort of strong will, backward she bent, And gazing on his head now shorn and grey, And on his furrow’d countenance, exclaim’d, Still, still, my Roderick! the same noble mind! The same heroic heart! Still, still, my Son; ... Changed, ... yet not wholly fallen, ... not wholly lost, He cried, ... not wholly in the sight of Heaven Unworthy, O my Mother, nor in thine! She lock’d her arms again around his neck, Saying, Lord, let me now depart in peace! And bow’d her head again, and silently Gave way to tears. When that first force was spent, And passion in exhaustment found relief, ... I knew thee, said Rusilla, when the dog Rose from my feet, and lick’d his master’s hand. All flash’d upon me then; the instinctive sense That goes unerringly where reason fails, ... The voice, the eye, ... a mother’s thoughts are quick, ... Miraculous as it seem’d, ... Siverian’s tale, ... Florinda’s, ... every action, ... every word, ... Each strengthening each, and all confirming all, Reveal’d thee, O my Son! but I restrain’d My heart, and yielded to thy holier will The thoughts which rose to tempt a soul not yet Wean’d wholly from the world. What thoughts? replied Roderick. That I might see thee yet again Such as thou wert, she answer’d; not alone To Heaven and me restored, but to thyself, ... Thy Crown, ... thy Country, ... all within thy reach; Heaven so disposing all things, that the means Which wrought the ill, might work the remedy. Methought I saw thee once again the hope, ... The strength, ... the pride of Spain! The miracle Which I beheld made all things possible.