The Brothers

We are but two—the others sleep Through death’s untroubled night; We are but two—O, let us keep The link that binds us bright. Heart leaps to heart—the sacred flood That warms us is the same; That good old man—his honest blood Alike we fondly claim. We in one mother’s arms were locked— Long be her love repaid; In the same cradle we were rocked, Round the same hearth we played. Our boyish sports were all the same, Each little joy and woe;— Let manhood keep alive the flame, Lit up so long ago. We are but two—be that the band To hold us till we die; Shoulder to shoulder let us stand, Till side by side we lie.

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English
Charles Sprague

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