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Once, when with hasty charge of horse and manOur arrière-guard had check'd the Gallic van,Theodric, visiting the outposts, foundHis Udolph wounded, weltering on the ground:Sore crush'd; half-swooning, half-uprais'd he lay,And bent his brow, fair boy! and grasp'd the clayHis fate moved ev'n the common soldier's ruth—Theodric succour'd him; nor left the youthTo vulgar hands, but brought him to his tent,And lent what aid a brother would have lent.Meanwhile, to save his kindred half the smartThe war-gazette's dread blood-roll might impart,He wrote th' event to them; and soon could tellOf pains assuaged and symptoms auguring well;And last of all, prognosticating cure,Enclosed the leech's vouching signature.Their answers, on whose pages you might noteThat tears had fall'n, whilst trembling fingers wrote,Gave boundless thanks for benefits conferr'd,Of which the boy, in secret, sent them word,Whose memory Time, they said, would never blot;But which the giver had himself forgot.In time, the stripling, vigorous and heal'd,Resumed his barb and banner in the field,And bore himself right soldier-like, till nowThe third campaign had manlier bronzed his brow,When peace, though but a scanty pause for breath,—A curtain-drop between the acts of death,—A check in frantic war's unfinish'd game,Yet dearly bought, and direly welcome, came.The camp broke up, and Udolph left his chiefAs with a son's or younger brother's grief:
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