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 The only voice in whose kind tone my spirit found reply!— Oh! brother; I have bought too dear this hollow pageantry!

"I have hosts, and gallant fleets, to spread my glory and my sway, And chiefs to lead them fearlessly—my friend hath passed away! For the kindly look, the word of cheer, my heart may thirst in vain, And the face that was as light to mine—it cannot come again!

"I have made thy blood, thy faithful blood, the offering for a crown; With love, which earth bestows not twice, I have purchased cold renown: How often will my weary heart 'midst the sounds of triumph die, When I think of thee, my brother! thou flower of chivalry!

"I am lonely—I am lonely! this rest is ev’n as death! Let me hear again the ringing spears, and the battle-trumpet's breath; Let me see the fiery charger's foam, and the royal banner wave— But where art thou, my brother?—where?—in thy low and early grave!"

And louder swelled the songs of joy through that victorious night, And faster flowed the red wine forth, by the stars' and torches' light; But low and deep, amidst the mirth, was heard the conqueror's moan— "My brother! oh! my brother! best and bravest! thou art gone!" F. H.