The shades of night were falling fast As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device Excelsior!
His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a faulchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue Excelsior!…
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