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But there is sent in mercy to my heart, For which I humbly giveO no, I may not! Death is upon me now.Ella and Lucia: Stand closer to me: let me firmly grasp It will soon cease: Farewel unto ye all! (Dies.) And this is the last form that we do wear, Unto the sad and solemn gaze of those Who have beheld us in our days of joy. Honour and deepest rev'rence be to thee, Thou honour'd dead!(Bowing respectfully to the body.)

Great God of heav'n! was this a woman's spirit That took its flight?

Let ev'ry proudest worship be upon her, For she is number'd with the gallant dead. Not in the trophied field, nor sculptur'd dome; No, nor beneath the dark and billowy deep Is there one laid, o'er whom the valiant living With truer zeal would their high banners wave, Or bid the deep-mouth'd cannon nobly tell How brave men mourn the brave.