Had brought him all bewildered there.
Their story fancy soon made his.
These Spaniards centuries ago
Had stored away their treasures found
In secret caverns underground;
When suddenly an earthquake stoned
Their doorway up. How worked these men,
Whose gold was worth them nothing then,
To wrench the fatal rock from place!
How in despair they cursed and groaned,
As weakness soon stole over them,
And they besought the Virgin's grace!
How visions filled their staring eyes
Of golden fruit to red-ripe turned,
And silver birds to flesh and blood,
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