Amidst the deep and solemn harmony

Of dirge and hymn, the priest of funeral rites,

With lifted hands, is offering for the slain

His sacrifice to heaven; forget me not!

For I, too, hoped upon the battle-plain

E’en so to die.

Ant. Have mercy on us, heaven!

Car. My wife! Matilda! Now the hour is nigh,

And we must part.—Farewell!

Mat. No, father! no!