“Through many nations, over many seas,
Brother, to this sad sacrifice I come
To pay to thee Death’s final offices,
And, though in vain, invoke thine ashes dumb,
Since Fate’s fell swoop has torn thyself from me,—
Alas, poor brother, from me severed ruthlessly!
“Therefore, meanwhile, these offices of sorrow,
Which, by old custom of our fathers’ years
To the last sacrifice assigned, I borrow,
Flowing with torrents of fraternal tears,