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1863–1894

CATULLUS AT HIS BROTHER'S GRAVE

Robert Fuller Murray

Through many lands and over many seas I come, my Brother, to thine obsequies, To pay thee the last honours that remain, And call upon thy voiceless dust, in vain.

Since cruel fate has robbed me even of thee, Unhappy Brother, snatched away from me, Now none the less the gifts our fathers gave, The melancholy honours of the grave,

Wet with my tears I bring to thee, and say Farewell! farewell! for ever and a day.

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