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Follow me!—'tis to the festal ring, Where the maidens smile and the minstrels sing; Hark! to our name is the bright wine poured: Follow me on to the banquet-board!

Follow me!—'tis where the yew-tree bends, When the strength and the pride of the victor ends Pale in the thick grass the wild flowers bloom: Follow me on to the silent tomb!