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VOICES HEARD WITHOUT, CHANTING.

Calm on the bosom of thy God,
    Fair spirit! rest thee now!
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod,
    His seal was on thy brow.

Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
    Soul, to its place on high!
They that have seen thy look in death,
    No more may fear to die.

ELMINA (to GONZALEZ).

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.

GONZALEZ.

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.

HERNANDEZ.

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