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More like what thou hast been!—My soul is hush'd, For a still sense of purer worlds hath sunk And settled on its depths with that last smile Which from thine shone forth.—Thou hast not lived In vain—my child, farewell!

Surely for thee Death had no sting, Ximena!—We are blest, To learn one secret of the shadowy pass, From such an aspect's calmness. Yet once more I kiss thy pale young cheek, my broken flower! In token of th' undying love and hope, Whose land is far away.[Exeunt.