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And thou, the warrior born in happy hour,24 Valencia's lord, whose name alone was power, Theme of a thousand songs in days gone by, Conqueror of Kings! exult, O Cid! on high. For still 'twas thine to guard thy country's weal, In life, in death, the watcher for Castile!

Thou, in that hour when Mauritania's bands Rush'd from their palmy groves and burning lands, E'en in the realm of spirits didst retain A patriot's vigilance, remembering Spain!"25 Then, at deep midnight, rose the mighty sound, By Leon heard, in shuddering awe profound, As through her echoing streets, in dread array, Beings, once mortal, held their viewless way; Voices, from worlds we know not—and the tread Of marching hosts, the armies of the dead, Thou and thy buried chieftains—from the grave Then did thy summons rouse a king to save, And join thy warriors with unearthly might To aid the rescue in Tolosa's fight. Those days are past—the crescent on thy shore, O realm of evening! sets, to rise no more.26