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Quicken the true affections that entwine Your lives in one bright bond!—I may not sleep Amidst our fathers, where those tears might shine Over my slumbers; yet your love will keep My memory living in the ancestral halls, Where shame hath never trod:—the dark night falls, And I depart.—The brave are gone to rest, The brothers of my combats, on the breast Of the red field they reap'd:—their work is done— Thou, too, art set!—farewell, farewell, thou sun! The last lone watcher of the bloody sod, Offers a trusting spirit up to God.