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Oh! the heart has all too many tears; But none are like those that wait On the blighted love, the loneliness Of the young orphan's fate.

He call'd to mind when for knighthood's badge He knelt at ’s throne ; How many stood by a parent's side, But he stood there alone!

He thought how often his heart had pined, When his was the victor's name; Thrice desolate, strangers might give, But could not share his fame.

Down he knelt in silent prayer On the grave where his father slept;