LO! Victress on the peaks! br Where thou, with mighty brow, regarding the world, br (The world, O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee;) br Out of its countless beleaguering toils, after thwarting them all; br Dominant, with the dazzling sun around thee, br Flauntest now unharm'd, in immortal soundness and bloom--lo! in these br hours supreme, br No poem proud, I, chanting, bring to thee--nor mastery's rapturous br verse; br But a book, containing night's darkness, and blood-dripping wounds, br And psalms of the dead.