Quench'd the light'ning of his eyes, The Roman glory sets on Egypt's shore, SOLO. Oh, comrades! many a time has he Then, blush not, friends, at drops that force Down manhood's cheek their rugged course: The tears that soldiers o'er their general shed, Are brave men's tribute to a brave man dead. TRIO, OR QUARTETTO. A constant fire his courage glow'd; A ceaseless stream his bounty flow'd. If riches in the field of fame he reap'd, The harvest was on love and friendship heap'd. SOLO. When Mars no longer battled on his side, For she her Egypt lost for him, GRAND CHORUS. No monument, till now, could boast a pair |