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"Thou wert the first, the first fair child,   That in mine arms I press'd; Thou wert the bright one, that hast smil'd    Like summer on my breast! I reared thee as an eagle,    To the chase thy steps I led, I bore thee on my battle-horse,    I look upon thee—dead!

"Lay down my warlike banners here,   Never again to wave, And bury my red sword and spear,    Chiefs! in my first-born's grave! And leave me!—I have conquer'd,    I have slain—my work is done! Whom have I slain?—ye answer not—    Thou too art mute, my son!"