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EEP'ST thou for him, whose doom was sealed On England’s proudest battle-field? For him, the lion-heart, who died In victory’s full, resistless tide? Oh! mourn him not! By deeds like his that field was won, And Fate could yield to Valour's son No brighter lot.

He heard his band's exulting cry, He saw the vanquished eagles fly; And envied be his death of fame, It shed a sunbeam o'er his name, That nought shall dim— No cloud obscured his glory's day, It saw no twilight of decay— Weep not for him!