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Rh Who can tell thy warrior's grief,

Maddening o'er that long adieu?

Woman's love, and Friendship's zeal,

Dear as both have been to me—

What are they to all I feel,

With a soldier's faith for thee?

II.

Idol of the soldier's soul!

First in fight, but mightiest now;

Many could a world control;

Thee alone no doom can bow.

By thy side for years I dared

Death; and envied those who fell,

When their dying shout was heard,

Blessing him they served so well.

III.

Would that I were cold with those,

Since this hour I live to see;

When the doubts of coward foes

Scarce dare trust a man with thee,

Dreading each should set thee free!

Oh! although in dungeons pent,