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Rh Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy, or hope that ne'er returneth,
 * But brightly flows the tear,
 * Wept o'er a hero's bier!


 * Oh! quench'd are our beacon lights
 * Thou, of the hundred fights* !
 * Thou, on whose burning tongue†
 * Truth, peace and freedom hung!

Both mute—but long as valour shineth, Or mercy's soul at war repineth,
 * So long shall 's pride
 * Tell how they liv'd and died.