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But he, the last and noblest Of that high Norman race, With a few brief words of soldier-love Was gathered to his place;

In the shadow of the Pyramid, Where his youthful form we laid, When the battle-day was done, And the Desert's parting sun A field of death survey'd.

But let him, let him slumber By the old Egyptian wave! It is well with those who bear their fame Unsullied to the grave!

When brightest names are breathed on, When loftiest fall so fast, We would not call our brother back On dark days to be cast,