[A sound of triumphant music is heard gradually approaching.
Is’t not a thrilling call? What drowsy spell
Benumbs me thus?—Hence! I am free again!
Now swell your festal strains—the field is won!
Sing to me glorious dreams.
[He dies.
Ans. The strife is past;
There fled a noble spirit!
Con. Hush! he sleeps—
Disturb him not!