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I reared thee as an eagle,
    To the chase thy steps I led,
I bore thee on my battle-horse—
    I look upon thee—dead!

"Lay down my warlike banners here,
    Never again to wave,
And bury my red sword and spear,
    Chiefs! in my first-born's grave!
And leave me!—I have conquered,
    I have slain—my work is done:
Whom have I slain?—Ye answer not—
    Thou too art mute, my son!"

And thus his wild lament was poured
    Through the dark resounding night;
And the battle knew no more his sword,
    Nor the foaming steed his might.
He heard strange voices moaning
    In every wind that sighed;
From the searching stars of Heaven he shrank—
    Humbly the conqueror died.