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I stand, as in thy power;—the stronger thou.

I come to bring thee tidings of thy brother.

Friend—friend!—and liveth he, or is he dead?

He liveth: first the good news would I tell.

Blessings on thee, for meed of words most sweet!

This blessing to us twain I give to share.

What land hath he for weary exile's home?

Outcast, he claims no city's citizenship.

Not—surely not in straits for daily bread?

That hath he: yet the exile helpless is.

And what the message thou hast brought from him?