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Then Denmark blessed our chief,

That he gave her wounds repose;

And the sounds of joy and grief

From her people wildly rose,

As death withdrew his shades from the day:

While the sun looked smiling bright

O’er a wide and woful sight,

Where the fires of funeral light

Died away.