Summon thy ships together, gather a mighty fleet!
For a strong young Nation is arming, that never hath known defeat.
Summon thy ships together, there on thy blood-stained sands!
For a shadowy army gathers with manacled feet and hands,
A shadowy host of sorrows and shames, too black to tell,
That reach, with their horrible wounds, for thee to drag thee down to
Hell;
A myriad phantoms and spectres, thou warrest against in vain--
Thou art weighed in the Scales and found wanting, the balance of God,
O Spain!