Last Branch of murdered royalty
How calmly thou are sleeping
While the storm that bowed thy parent tree
Is still around the[e] sweeping

Dost thou not hear in that wild moan
Mid the tall palm branches dying
A kindred an ancestral tone
For blood for vengeance crying

Dost thou not hear faint mingled cries
In the murmurs of the river
Like those which death's last agonies
From flesh and spirit sever

Dost thou not hear in every sound
A sign a warning token?
Thou dost not for thy soul is bound
In slumber most unbroken.

Awake my child lift up thine eyes
And ere our souls are sundered
Swear by the silence of those skies
Where late the war-storm thundered

Swear by our altars overthrown
Swear by our death-swept dwelling
And by thy father's dying moan
When the battle round was swelling

Swear by our Halls now desolate
Where the desert born are crying
Swear by inexorable fate
By the wild wind round thee sighing

By the river flowing past thy feet
By all that moves around thee
That when the shroud an[d] winding sheet
In icy fold[s] have bound me

And when the warm and full-orbed light
Of youth is o'er thee beaming
Thoult take thy holy sword of right
Through blood-stains redly gleaming

And swift and bright as wand'ring star
Go piling heaps of dead
Nor stay till shines thy scymitar
Deep deep empurpled

May'st thou thy father's mind [and] form
His kingly soul inherit
When he's a banquet for the worm
And Im a fleshless spirit

Farewell I see a tomb-like shade
Come darkly-creeping o'er me
And Earth in light and life arrayed
Is fading from before me

Look child where Hyla's waters lie
I hear a deep tone breathing thence
A voice a sound of prophecy
Which speaks of bloody recompense

Tyrants a dying woman's moan
An orphan infant's wailing cry
Shall rise to the eternal throne
Shall send us final victory