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 I reared thee as an eagle, To the chase thy steps I led, I bore thee on my battle-horse— I look upon thee—dead!

"Lay down my warlike banners here,    Never again to wave, And bury my red sword and spear,     Chiefs! in my first-born's grave! And leave me!—I have conquered,     I have slain—my work is done: Whom have I slain?—Ye answer not—     Thou too art mute, my son!"

And thus his wild lament was poured Through the dark resounding night; And the battle knew no more his sword, Nor the foaming steed his might. He heard strange voices moaning In every wind that sighed; From the searching stars of Heaven he shrank— Humbly the conqueror died.