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"Banners shall float, with the trumpet's note,    Above me as I die, And the palm-tree wave o'er my noble grave,     Under the Syrian sky.

"High hearts shall burn in the royal hall,    When the minstrel names that spot; And the eyes I love shall weep my fall—     Death! Death! I fear thee not."

"Warrior! thou bearest a haughty heart,    But I can bend its pride! How shouldst thou know that thy soul will part     In the hour of Victory's tide?

"It may be far from thy steel-clad bands,    That I shall make thee mine; It may be lone on the desert-sands,     Where men for fountains pine!

"It may be deep amidst heavy chains,    In some strong Paynim hold— I have slow dull steps, and lingering pains,     Wherewith to tame the bold!"