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Swell on with victory's shout!—He will not hear— Hath earth a sound more sad?

Lift ye the dead, And bear him with the banner of his race Waving above him proudly, as it waved O'er the Cid's battles, to the tomb, wherein His warrior-sires are gather'd.[They raise the body.

Aye, 'tis thus Thou shouldst be honour'd!—And I follow thee With an unfaltering and a lofty step, To that last home of glory. She that wears In her deep heart the memory of thy love Shall thence draw strength for all things, till the God, Whose hand around her hath unpeopled earth, Looking upon her still and chasten'd soul, Call it once more to thine! Awake, I say, Tambour and trumpet, wake!—And let the land Through all her mountains hear your funeral peal! —So should a hero pass to his repose.[Exeunt omnes.