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Rh While in his victor arms A smiling infant lay, Pleased with the flash that round his bed Had wound its glittering ray.

The mother's speechless tears Forth like a torrent sped, Yet ere the throng could learn his name That generous hero fled; Not for the praise of man He wrought this deed of love, But, on a bright unfading page, 'Tis registered above.

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