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the warrior.
The Warrior.
"Up, vassals! up, and proudly rear before the joy-fraught blast
The banners of our ancient house, the trophies of the past;
There's tidings from the battle-plains, a glorious conquest's ours,
And victry's flags shall float anew from his ancestral towers.
We know the legends of our race, the deeds our fathers done,
Their dauntlessness and chivalry are richly thine, my son.
And now when triumph fills our land, each home rejoicings hold—
How proudly shall I welcome thee, my beautiful, my bold!
Why tarry, then, my son, my son? I long to clasp thee now—
Come, with the laurels bravely won upon thy bright young brow.
Oh, high as valiant is the blood that courses through thy veins!
Come, and unstain'd escutcheons heir, and all these vast domains.
The banners of our ancient house, the trophies of the past;
There's tidings from the battle-plains, a glorious conquest's ours,
And victry's flags shall float anew from his ancestral towers.
We know the legends of our race, the deeds our fathers done,
Their dauntlessness and chivalry are richly thine, my son.
And now when triumph fills our land, each home rejoicings hold—
How proudly shall I welcome thee, my beautiful, my bold!
Why tarry, then, my son, my son? I long to clasp thee now—
Come, with the laurels bravely won upon thy bright young brow.
Oh, high as valiant is the blood that courses through thy veins!
Come, and unstain'd escutcheons heir, and all these vast domains.
