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The funeral rites and holy vows he paid:
Yet not the while the restless Nunio staid;
O'er Tago's waves his gallant bands he led,
And humbled Spain in every province bled:
Sevilia's standard on his spear he bore,
And Andalusia's ensigns, steept in gore.
Low in the dust distrest Castilia mourn'd,
And bathed in tears, each eye to heaven was turn'd;
The orphan's, widow's, and the hoary sire's;
And heaven relenting, quench'd the raging fires
Of mutual hate: from England's happy shore
The peaceful seas two lovely sisters bore.
The rival monarchs to the nuptial bed,
In joyful hour the royal virgins led,
And
