Then on the field shall my life’s last breath
Mingle with victory’s cheer!
“Banners shall float, with the trumpet’s note,
Above me as I die!
And the palm-tree wave o’er my noble grave,
Under the Syrian sky.
“High hearts shall burn in the royal hall,
When the minstrel names that spot;
And the eyes I love shall weep my fall.—
Death, Death, I fear thee not!”