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Rh Back, as the waves in a tempest are flung from a cliff and scattered, Burst and horribly broken and driven beneath with the impact, Shivered, for once and forever, the conquered forces; King Hamet Was slain by the sword, and the foreign monarch who helped him, And the plain was swept by the besom of death: There never was grander faith in a king!

Trophies and victors' crowns, bring them to bind his brow! Circle his curtained bed—thousands and thousands, come! It will cure him, and kill his pain—we must see him to-night again: One glance of his love and pride for all the hosts that died— To his bedside—come!