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Youth, manhood, age, as if inspired, have caught The glow of lofty hope and daring thought, And all is hush'd around—as every sense Dwelt on the tones of that wild eloquence.

But when his voice hath ceased, th' impetuous cry Of eager thousands bursts at once on high; Rampart, and rock, and fortress, ring around, And fair Alhambra's inmost halls resound. "Lead us, O chieftain! lead us to the strife, To fame in death, or liberty in life!" O zeal of noble hearts! in vain display'd! High feeling wasted! generous hope betray'd! Now, while the burning spirit of the brave Is roused to energies that yet might save, E'en now, enthusiasts! while ye rush to claim Your glorious trial on the field of fame, Your king hath yielded! Valour's dream is o’er;22 Power, wealth, and freedom, are your own no more; And for your children's portion, but remains That bitter heritage—the stranger's chains.