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"And let me slumber in the soil    Which gave my fathers birth; I have closed my day of battle-toil,     And my course is done on earth."

—* Now wave, ye stately banners, wave! Through the lattice a wind sweeps by, And the arms o'er the death-bed of the brave Send forth a hollow sigh.

Now wave, ye banners of many a fight, As the fresh wind o'er you sweeps; —The wind and the banners fall hush'd as night; The Campeador—he sleeps!

Sound the battle-horn on the breeze of morn, And swell out the trumpet's blast! Till the notes prevail o'er the voice of wail, For the noble Cid hath pass’d.