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Now hush'd were Eric's false alarms:
He caught his nephew in his arms;
For his big heart impetuous strove
With throes of glory and of love;
And thrice he bless'd his hero young,
Who thus withheld the blabbing tongue
From telling of a deed of fame
That added lustre to his name;
Then said, “No favour he could crave,
That, as reward, he should not have.”