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The slain shall exult in resigning their breath, They shall smile, they shall burn, they shall triumph in death; And who might not envy their bier? The living, victorious, shall strew o'er their tomb The garlands of conquest, unfading in bloom; And glory's fair Amaranth proudly shall wave, In beauty unsullied adorning their grave, Too bright to be slain'd with a tear!

And you, brave Iberians! oh! ever disdain, The sword of oppression, and tyranny's chain! Be free, gallant Spaniards, or die! For you, when surrounded by darkness and foes, The day-spring of Freedom in radiance arose: Tho' shadows and clouds may obscure it awhile, Oh! yet it may brighten, oh! yet it may smile, And beam in meridian on high!

But where is the patriot, undaunted and bold, Whose name is immortal, whose deeds are enroll'd   On adamant, high in my fane ?