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 TO MY BROTHER

, where dost thou dwell?

What sun shines for thee now?

Dost thou indeed fare well,

As we wished thee here below?

What season didst thou find?

'Twas winter here.

Are not the Fates more kind

Than they appear?

Is thy brow clear again

As in thy youthful years? 52