Glory

Unchanging Power! thy genius still presides
O'er vanquished fields, and ocean's purpled tides;
Sits like a spectre at the soldier's board,
Adds Spartan steps to many a broken sword;
For thee and thine combining squadrons form
To sweep the field with Glory's awful storm;
The intrepid warrior shouts thy deathless name,
And plucks new valour from thy torch of fame;
For him the bell shall wake its loudest song,
For him the cannon's thunder echo long,
For him a nation weave the unfading crown,
And swell the triumph of his sweet renown.
So Nelson- watch'd, long ere Trafalgar's days,
Thy radiant orb, prophetic Glory, blaze —
Saw Victory wait, to weep his bleeding scars,
And plant his breast with Honour's burning stars.
So the young hero, with expiring breath,
Bequeaths fresh courage in the hour of death,
Bids his brave comrades hear the inspiring blast,
And nail their colours dauntless to the mast;
Then dies, like Lawrence, trembling on his lip
That cry of Honour, "Don't give up the ship!"