The Princess A Medley Home they Brought her Warrior Dead

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry:

All her maidens, watching, said, "She must weep or she will die."Then they praised him, soft and low,
Call'd him worthy to be loved,

Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,

Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—Like summer tempest came her tears— "Sweet my child,

I live for

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The Princess:

A Medley, published 1847.

The first edition contained only four of the lyrics: \