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 This said, our tears to-day may fall As at an innocent funeral. In deep and awful channel runs This sympathy of Sire and Sons ; Untried our Brothers were beloved, And now their faithfulness is proved; For faithful we must call them, bearing That soul of conscientious daring. —There were they all in circle—there Stood Richard, Ambrose, Christopher, John with a sword that will not fail, And Marmaduke in fearless mail, And those bright Twins were side by side; And there, by fresh hopes beautified, Was He, whose arm yet lacks the power Of man, our youngest, fairest flower! I, in the right of eldest born, And in a second father’s place, Presumed to stand against their scorn, And meet their pity face to face ;