Traditions

I marked a cross upon a lonely spot
One day when in the country I took air;
A passer told me — " A base robber shot
And killed a soldier there. "

O false tradition! — once again I passed
The site upon that lonely plain;
Another stranger told me, as the last —
" A robber here was by a soldier slain. "
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Ram├│n de Campoamor 1817ÔÇô1901
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