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e! Sad o'er the hero's honoured grave, Toll Nelson's knell! The ball of Death unerring flew; His cheek has lost its ardent hue; He sinks, amid his gallant crew! Toll Nelson's knell! Yet lift, brave chief, thy dying eyes; Hark! loud huzzas around thee rise; Aloft the flag of conquest flies! The day is won! The day is won--peace to the brave! But whilst the joyous streamers wave, We'll think upon the victor's grave! Peace to the brave! DEATH OF CAPTAIN COOKE, OF "THE BELLEROPHON," KILLED IN THE SAME BATTLE. When anxious Spain, along her rocky shore, From cliff to cliff returned the sea-fight's roar; When flash succeeding flash, tremendous broke The haze incumbent, and the clouds of smoke, As oft the volume rolled away, thy mien, Thine eye, serenely terrible, was seen, My gallant friend.--Hark! the shrill bugle[140] calls, Is the day won! alas, he falls--he falls! His soul from pain, from agony release! Hear his last murmur, Let me die in peace![141] Yet still, brave Cooke, thy country's grateful tear, Shall wet the bleeding laurel on thy bier. But who shall wake to joy, through a long life Of sadness, thy beloved and widowed wife, Who now, perhaps, thinks how the green seas foam, That bear thy victor ship impatient home! Alas! the well-known views,--the swelling plain, Thy laurel-circled home, endeared in vain, The brook, the church, those chestnuts darkly-green,[142] Yon fir-crowned summit,[143] and the village scene, Wardour's long sweep of woods, the nearer mill, And high o'er all, the turrets of Font Hill: These views, when summer comes, shall charm no more Him o'er whose welt'ring corse the wild waves roar, Enough: 'twas Honour's voice that awful cried, Glory to him who for his country died! Yet dreary is her solitude who bends And mourns the best of husbands, fathers, friends! Oh! when she wakes at midnight, but to shed Fresh tears of anguish on her lonely bed, Thinking on him who is not; then restrain The tear, O God, and her sad heart sustain! Giver of life, may she remember still Thy chastening hand, and to thy sovereign will Bow silently; not hopeless, while her eye She
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