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Each prince of my race the bright golden chain wearing.
Each eye glancing fire, shrouded now by the sod!*^[1]
I weep when the blast of the trumpet is sounding,
Which rouses ye not! Oh, my lovely! my brave!
When warriors and chiefs to their proud steeds are bounding,
I turn from Heaven's light, for it smiles on your grave!†^[2]

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   * "Four and twenty sons to me have been,
   Wearing the golden chain, and leading princes."
   Elegies of Llywarch Hen.
   The golden chain, as a badge of honour, worn by heroes, is frequently alluded to in the works of the ancient British bards.

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   †"Hardly has the snow covered the vale,
   When the warriors are hastening to the battle;
   I do not go, I am hindered by infirmity."
   Owen's Elegies of Llywarch Hen.