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Noontide of fame! each tear-drop then Was worthy of a warrior's grave— When shall affection weep again So proudly o'er the brave?

There, on the battle-fields of Spain, Midst Roncesvalles' mountain-scene, Or on Vittoria's blood-red plain, Meet had thy death-bed been.

We mourn not that a hero's life, Thus in its ardent prime should close; Hadst thou but fallen in nobler strife, But died midst conquered foes!

Yet hast thou still (though victory's flame In that last moment cheered thee not) Left Glory's isle another name, That ne'er may be forgot:

And many a tale of triumph won Shall breathe that name in Memory's ear, And long may England mourn a son Without reproach or fear.