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A summer morning, with its calm, glad light, Was on the fallen castle: other days Were here remembered vividly; the past Was even as the present, nay, perhaps more— For that we do not pause to think upon. First, o'er the arching gateway was a shield, The sculptured arms defaced, but visible Was the bold motto, "Follow me:" again I saw it scrolled around the lofty crest Which, mouldering, decked the ruined banquet-room: A third time did I trace these characters— On the worn pavement of an ancient grave Was written "Follow me!"

me! 'tis to the battle-field— No eye must turn, and no step must yield; In the thick of the battle look ye to be: On!—'tis my banner ye follow, and me.