By thine own proud and royal name—
Once more the enchanted sword I claim!
It comes! the gleaming point I see—
It comes with solemn minstrelsy!
With bounding heart and rapturous eyes
I grasp the long contested prize!
Now let the broken turf-bed close
In peace above thy deep repose;
Thou canst not feel another spell—
Prince! To thy dust a long farewell!