Where with her blood thy shame was seal’d.
E’en I—though on that fatal plain
Lies my heart’s brother with the slain;
Though, reft of his heroic worth,
My spirit dwells alone on earth;
And when all other grief is past,
Must this be cherish’d to the last—
Will lead thy battles, guard thy throne,
With faith unspotted as his own;
Nor in thy noon of fame recall