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The valiant unto fame! Aye, the blue heaven Seemed for that noble scene a canopy Scarce too majestic, while it rung afar To peals of warlike sound! My gallant bands! Where are you now?

Gonzal.Bid the wide desert tell Where sleep its dead! To mightier hosts than them Hath it lent graves ere now; and on its breast Is room for nations yet!

Sebast.It cannot be, That all have perished! Many a noble man, Made captive on that war-field, may have burst His bonds like ours. Cloud not this fleeting hour, Which to my soul is as the fountain's draught To the parched lip of fever, with a thought So darkly sad!

Gonzal.Oh never, never cast That deep remembrance from you! When once more Your place is 'midst earth's rulers, let it dwell Around you, as the shadow of your throne,