He sank upon the nameless stone With oh such sad, such piteous moan As never man might seek to know From man's most unforgiving foe. He sighed at last, so long, so deep, As one heart breaking in one's sleep,-- One long, last, weary, willing sigh, As if it were a grace to die. And then his hands, like loosened bands, Hung down, hung down on either side; His hands hung down and opened wide: He rested in the orange lands. University Press: John Wilson & Son, Cambridge. TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE. The following emendations have been made to the text: "You will not touch it? In God's name for 'You will not touch it? In God's name "That night of rainbow-shot and shell for That night of rainbow-shot and shell "That night amid the maimed and dead,-- for That night amid the maimed and dead,-- End of Project Gutenberg's Songs of the Mexican Seas, by Joaquin Miller