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Should pass away!—For she, his daughter too, Moves upon earth as some bright thing whose time To sojourn there is short.

Then woe for us When she is gone!—Her voice—the very sound Of her soft step was comfort, as she moved Through the still house of mourning!—Who like her Shall give us hope again?

Be still!—she comes, And with a mien how changed!—A hurrying step, And a flush'd cheek!—What may this bode?—Be still!

Men of Valencia! in an hour like this, What do ye here?

We die!

Brave men die now Girt for the toil, as travellers suddenly