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The Cid's high banner stream'd all joyously, For still its lord was there!

Even unto death Again it shall be follow'd!

Will he see The noble stem hewn down, the beacon-light Which his house for ages o'er the land Hath shone through cloud and storm, thus quench'd at once? Will he not aid his children in the hour Of this their uttermost peril?—Awful power Is with the holy dead, and there are times When the tomb hath no chain they cannot burst? —Is it a thing forgotten, how he woke From its deep rest of old, remembering Spain In her great danger?—At the night's mid-watch How Leon started, when the sound was heard That shook her dark and hollow-echoing streets, As with the heavy tramp of steel-clad men, By thousands marching through!—For he had risen! The Campeador was on his march again,