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And while the father ’neath the daughter’s care Doth gather strength and resignation’s calm, Young Nial to the grave doth pious bear The corse of Carlos which their tears embalm. And Morton low reposeth ’neath the palm Of martyr-courage in the self-same grave. Funereal rite was none nor dirge nor psalm; But warriors mourned for them, the true and brave-- There sleep, young soldiers, well--for gallant souls ye gave!