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Rh Arthur, brother, Gondal's shore

Rested from the battle's roar;

Arthur, brother, we returned

Back to Desmond lost and mourned.

Thou didst purchase by thy fall

Home for us and peace for all;

Yet, how darkly dawned that day!

Dreadful was the price to pay!

Just as once, through sun and mist

I have climbed the mountain's breast,

Still my gun with certain aim

Brought to earth the fluttering game:

But the very dogs repined;

Though I called with whistle shrill,

Tay and Carlo lagged behind,

Looking backward o'er the hill.

Sorrow was not vocal then;

Mute their woe and my despair;

But the joy of life was flown—

He was gone, and we were lone.

So it is by morn and eve;

So it is in field and hall;

For the absent one we grieve;

One being absent, saddens all.