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Thou hast wrapp'd me in thy soldier's cloak, thou hast fenced me with thy breast; Thou hast watch'd beside my couch of pain—oh! bravest heart, and best!

"I see the festive lights around;—o'er a dull sad world they shine; I hear the voice of victory—my Pedro! where is thine? The only voice in whose kind tone my spirit found reply!— Oh! brother! I have bought too dear this hollow pageantry!

"I have hosts, and gallant fleets, to spread my glory and my sway, And chiefs to lead them fearlessly;—my friend hath pass'd away!