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Oh! death is mighty to make peace; Now bid his work be done! So many an inward strife shall cease— Take, take these babes, my son!"

His eye was dimm'd—the strong man shook With feelings long suppress'd; Up in his arms the boys he took, And strain'd them to his breast. And a shout from all in the royal hall Burst forth to hail the sight; And eyes were wet, midst the brave that met At the Kaiser's feast that night.