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It is the death-hymn o'er thy daughter's bier! —But I am calm, and e'en like gentle winds, That music, through the stillness of my heart, Sends mournful peace.

Oh! well those solemn tones Accord with such an hour, for all her life Breath'd of a hero's soul! [A sound of trumpets and shouting from the plain.

Now, now they close!—Hark! what a dull dead sound