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She quell'd in her soul the deep floods of woe,
The time was not yet for their waves to flow;
She felt the full presence, the might of death,
Yet there came no sob with her struggling breath,
And a proud smile shone o'er her pale despair,
As she turn’d to his followers—"Your Lord is there!
Look on him! know him by scarf and crest!—
Bear him away with his sires to rest!"

Another day—another night—
    And the sailor on the deep
Hears the low chant of a funeral rite
    From the lordly chapel sweep:

It comes with a broken and muffled tone,
As if that rite were in terror done;
Yet the song 'midst the seas hath a thrilling power,
And he knows 'tis a chieftain's burial hour.

Hurriedly, in fear and woe,
Through the aisle the mourners go;