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And pouring on their heads destruction's flame, Clos'd in its dreadful blaze a life of fame; When the red star of conquest and of pow'r Beam'd in full zenith on his parting hour; Dispers'd the shadows of surrounding gloom, And shed meridian lustre—on his tomb; Then the sad tears which mourn'd thy gallant son, Dimm'd the fair trophies by his prowess won; Then patriot-sighs and consecrated grief, Embalm'd the memory of th' undaunted chief; Pale, weeping victory tore her laurel-crown, And tun'd to sorrow's dirge the clarion of renown!

And thou, firm leader of th' intrepid host, Which brav'd each peril on Iberia's coast, Thy name, oh, Moore! thro' long, succeeding years, Shall claim the tribute of thy country's tears! Oh! firm in faith, in countless dangers prov'd, In spirit lofty, and by death unmov'd!