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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 falchion from its sheath, / And like a silver clarion rung / The accents of that unknown tongue, / Excelsior!