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He was there! the leader amidst his band, Where the faithful had made their last vain stand; He was there! but affection's glance alone The darkly-changed in that hour had known; With the falchion yet in his cold hand grasp'd, And a banner of France to his bosom clasp'd, And the form that of conflict bore fearful trace, And the face—oh! speak not of that dead face! As it lay to answer love's look no more, Yet never so proudly loved before!