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Who is forsaken?—He that gives the thought A place within his breast!—'Tis not for you. —Know ye this banner?

Is she not inspired? Doth not Heaven call us by her fervent voice?

Know ye this banner?

'Tis the Cid's.

The Cid's! Who breathes that name but in th' exulting tone Which the heart rings to?—Why, the very wind As it swells out the noble standard's fold Hath a triumphant sound!—The Cid's!—it moved Even as a sign of victory through the land, From the free skies ne'er stooping to a foe!

Can ye still pause, my brethren?—Oh! that youth Through this worn frame were kindling once again!

Ye linger still?—Upon this very air, He that was born in happy hour for Spain6