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Let me see the fiery charger foam, and the royal banner wave— But where art thou, my brother? where?—in thy low and early grave!"

And louder swell'd the songs of joy through that victorious night, And faster flow'd the red wine forth, by the stars' and torches' light; But low and deep, amidst the mirth, was heard the conqueror's moan— "My brother! oh! my brother! best and bravest! thou art gone!"