“Oh, would to Heaven I had died!”
The younger sighed, with bended head.
Then each looked each full in the face
And each sprang up and stood in place.
“If I could die,”—the elder spake,—
“Die by your hand, the world would say
’Twas accident;—and for her sake,
Dear brother, be it so, I pray.”
“Not that!” the younger nobly said;
Then tossed his gun and turned his head.