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And flowers renew'd in spring's green pathway bloom, Alike to grace the banquet and the tomb.

Within Granada's walls the funeral-rite Attends that day of loveliness and light; And many a chief, with dirges and with tears, Is gathered to the brave of other years: And Hamet, as beneath the cypress-shade His martyr'd brother and his sire are laid, Feels every deep resolve, and burning thought Of ampler vengeance, e'en to passion wrought; Yet is the hour afar—and he must brood O'er those dark dreams awhile in solitude. Tumult and rage are hush'd—another day In still solemnity hath pass'd away, In that deep slumber of exhausted wrath, The calm that follows in the tempest's path.

And now Abdallah leaves yon peaceful fane, His ravaged city traversing again. No sound of gladness his approach precedes, No splendid pageant the procession leads, Where'er he moves the silent streets along, Broods a stern quiet o'er the sullen throng;