Mourn for the Mighty Dead

Mourn for the mighty dead,
Mourn for the spirit fled,
Mourn for the lofty head--
Low in the grave.
Tears such as nations weep
Hallow the hero's sleep;
Calm be his rest, and deep--
Arthur the brave!

Nobly his work was done;
England's most glorious son,
True-hearted Wellington,
Shield of our laws.
Ever in peril's night
Heaven send such arm of might--
Guardian of truth and right--
Raised in their cause!

Dried be the tears that fall;
Love bears the warrior's pall,
Fame shall his deeds recall--
Britain's right hand!
Bright shall his memory be!
Star of supremacy!
Banner of victory!
Pride of our land.