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XVI.

“Joy to Valencia! Loud her praise be sung, Where first the stern Invader was repelled. In vain from Hell the assassin Calvo sprung, In vain her Chiefs in dire subjection held. Soon ’gainst his traitorous vengeance they rebelled. His strangled carcase on Domingo’s plain, His severed arm that many a victim felled, Inscribed with his foul deeds--relentless Cain-- Proclaim that murderous fiends no more dishonour Spain.