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My senses fail— Thou saidst—speak yet again!—I could not catch The meaning of thy words.

E'en now thy lord Hath sent our foes defiance. On the walls He stands in conference with the boastful Moor, And awful strength is with him. Through the blood Which this day must be pour'd in sacrifice Shall Spain be free. On all her olive-hills Shall men set up the battle-sign of fire, And round its blaze, at midnight, keep the sense Of vengeance wakeful in each other's hearts E'en with thy children's tale!

Peace, father! peace! Behold she sinks!—the storm hath done its work Upon the broken reed. Oh! lend thine aid To bear her hence.[They lead her away.