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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 faulchion from its sheath,

And like a silver clarion rung

The accents of that unknown tongue

Excelsior!