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No mass has bless'd the lowly grave Which his humblest follower made.

"I would have wander'd through every land   Where his gallant name was known, To have pray'd a mass for the soul of the dead,    And a monumental stone.

"But I knew thy father had a son,   To whom the task would be dear: Young knight, I kept the warrior's grave    For thee, and thou art here."

grasp'd the old man's hand, But spoke he never a word;— So still it was, that the fall of tears On his mailed vest was heard.