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He flung it to his only child, now sadly standing by. "Now weep, for here is cause for tears; alas! mine own are dry."

Then answer'd proud the noble boy, "My tears last morning came For weakness of my own right hand; to shed them now were shame: I will not do my brothers' names such deep and deadly wrong; Brave were they unto death, success can but to God belong."

And years have fled, that boy has sprung unto a goodly height, And fleet of foot and stout of arm in his old father's light;