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—I am lonely 'midst thy palaces, while the glad waves past them roll, And the soft breath of thine orange-bowers is mournful to my soul.

"My brother! oh! my brother! thou art gone,—the true and brave, And the haughty joy of victory hath died upon thy grave; There are many round my throne to stand, and to march where I lead on; There was one to love me in the world,—my brother! thou art gone!

"In the desert, in the battle, in the ocean-tempest's wrath, We stood together, side by side; one hope was ours,—one path;