"My brother! oh! my brother! thou art gone, the true and brave,
And the haughty joy of victory hath died upon thy grave:
There are many round my throne to stand, and to march where I lead on;
There was one to love me in the world—my brother! thou art gone!
"In the desert, in the battle, in the ocean tempest's wrath,
We stood together, side by side; one hope was ours—one path:
Thou hast wrapt me in thy soldier's cloak, thou hast fenced me with thy breast;
Thou hast watched beside my couch of pain– oh! bravest heart, and best!
"I see the festive lights around—o'er a dull sad world they shine;
I hear the voice of victory—my Pedro! where is thine?
* The grief of Ferdinand, king of Arragon, for the loss of his brother, Don Pedro, who was killed during the siege of Naples, is affectingly described by the historian Mariana. It is also the subject of one of the old Spanish ballads, in Lockhart’s beautiful collection.
