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, for whose house my fathers fought, With hopes that rose and fell, Red star of boyhood's fiery thought, Farewell

They gave their lives, and I, my queen, Have given you of my life, Seeing your brave star burn high between Men's strife.

The strife that lightened round their spears Long since fell still: so long Hardly may hope to last in years My song.

But still through strife of time and thought Your light on me too fell: Queen, in whose name we sang or fought, Farewell.