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A crown of victory! a triumphal song! Oh! call some friend, upon whose pitying heart The weary one, may calmly sink to rest: Let some kind voice, beside his lowly couch, Pour the last prayer for mortal agony!

's note is in the sky, in the glorious Roman sky, Whose dome hath rung, so many an age, to the voice of victory; There is crowding to the capitol, the imperial streets along, For again a conqueror must be crown'd,—a kingly child of song: