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Urging his followers, till their foes beset, Stand faint and breathless, but undaunted yet. Brave Aben-Zurrahs, on! one effort more, Yours is the triumph, and the conflict o'er.

But lo! descending o'er the darken'd hall, The twilight-shadows fast and deeply fall, Nor yet the strife hath ceased—though scarce they know, Through that thick gloom, the brother from the foe; Till the moon rises with her cloudless ray, The peaceful moon, and gives them light to slay.

Where lurks Abdallah?—'midst his yielding train, They seek the guilty monarch, but in vain. He lies not number'd with the valiant dead, His champions round him have not vainly bled; But when the twilight spread her shadowy veil, And his last warriors found each effort fail, In wild despair he fled—a trusted few, Kindred in crime, are still in danger true; And o'er the scene of many a martial deed, The Vega's4 green expanse, his flying footsteps lead. He pass'd th' Alhambra's calm and lovely bowers, Where slept the glistening leaves and folded flowers