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THE LAST INCA.
Now night o'er the scene spreads her pitying pall;—
"Bid the trumpets," Pizarro cries, "sound a recall,
And Te Deums be sung, for Jehovah has given
This might to our arms, else in vain we had striven!"
And the chants, and the groans of the dying, as one,
Went up to the Lord when the carnage was done.
"Bid the trumpets," Pizarro cries, "sound a recall,
And Te Deums be sung, for Jehovah has given
This might to our arms, else in vain we had striven!"
And the chants, and the groans of the dying, as one,
Went up to the Lord when the carnage was done.
