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Then sought his brother, but alone; Yet there were some who heard a tone Of stifled agony, a prayer His child should meet a father's care; And as he past the hall again He call'd around his vassal train, And bade them own his brother's sway. Then past himself like a dream away,— And from that hour none heard his name, No tale, no tidings of him came, Save a vague murmur, that he fell In fighting with the Infidel.

But his fair child grew like a flower Springing in March's earlier hour, 'Mid storm and chill, yet loveliest— Though somewhat paler than the rest.