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How! is the city storm'd? Oh! righteous Heaven!—for this I look'd not yet! Hath all been done in vain?—Why then, 'tis time For prayer, and then to rest!

The sun shall set, And not a Christian voice be left for prayer, To-night within Valencia?—Round our walls The paynim host is gathering for th' assault, And we have none to guard them.

Then my place Is here no longer.—I had hoped to die Ev'n by the altar and the sepulchre Of my brave sires—but this was not to be! Give me my sword again, and lead me hence Back to the ramparts. I have yet an hour, And it hath still high duties.—Now, my wife! Thou mother of my children—of the dead— Whom I name unto thee in stedfast hope— Farewell!

No, not farewell!—My soul hath risen