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"My brother! oh! my brother! thou art gone, the true and brave, And the haughty joy of victory hath died upon thy grave: There are many round my throne to stand, and to march where I lead on; There was one to love me in the world—my brother! thou art gone!

"In the desert, in the battle, in the ocean tempest's wrath, We stood together, side by side; one hope was ours—one path: Thou hast wrapt me in thy soldier's cloak, thou hast fenced me with thy breast; Thou hast watched beside my couch of pain– oh! bravest heart, and best!

"I see the festive lights around—o'er a dull sad world they shine; I hear the voice of victory—my Pedro! where is thine?