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Of silent joys and sorrows, and deep thoughts Untold and unimagined; let me die With you, now I have held you to my heart, And seen once more the faces, in whose light My soul hath lived for years!

Sweet mother! now Thou shalt not leave us more.

Enough of this! Woman! what seek'st thou here?—How hast thou dared To front the mighty thus amidst his hosts?

Think'st thou there dwells no courage but in breasts That set their mail against the ringing spears, When helmets are struck down?—Thou little know'st Of nature's marvels!—Chief! my heart is nerved To make its way through things which warrior-men, —Aye, they that master death by field or flood, Would look on, ere they braved!—I have no thought, No sense of fear!—Thou 'rt mighty! but a soul Wound up like mine is mightier, in the power Of that one feeling, pour'd through all its depths, Than monarchs with their hosts!—Am I not come To die with these, my children?