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He thought on all his glorious hopes, and all his young renown,— He flung the falchion from his side, and in the dust sate down.

Then covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly mournful brow, "No more, there is no more," he said, "to lift the sword for now.— My king is false, my hope betray'd, my Father—oh! the worth, The glory, and the loveliness, are pass'd away from earth!

"I thought to stand where banners waved, my sire! beside thee yet, 1 would that there our kindred blood on Spain's free soil had met,—