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upon his bier The royal Conqueror lay; Baron and Chief stood near, Silent in war-array.

Down the long minster's aisle Crowds mutely gazing stream'd; Altar and tomb the while Through mists of incense gleam'd.

And by the torch's blaze The stately priest had said High words of power and praise To the glory of the dead.

They lower'd him, with the sound Of requiems, to repose; When from the throngs around A solemn voice arose:—

"Forbear! forbear!" it cried; "In the Holiest Name forbear! He hath conquer'd regions wide,    But he shall not slumber there!

"By the violated hearth    Which made way for you, proud shrine; By the harvests which this earth     Hath borne for me and mine;