Marmion . ur pilots had kept course aright; As some proud column, though alone, Thy strength had propped the tottering throne. Xow^ is the stately column broke. The beacon-light is quenched in smoke, The trumpets silver sound is still, Tlie warder silent on the hill! Oh, think, how to his latest day,When Death, just hovering, claimed his j)rey,With Palinures unaltered at his dangerous post he stood;Each call for needful rest dying hand the rudder held,Till, in his fall, with fateful sway,The steerage of the realm gave way !Then, while on Britains thousand unp
Marmion . ur pilots had kept course aright; As some proud column, though alone, Thy strength had propped the tottering throne. Xow^ is the stately column broke. The beacon-light is quenched in smoke, The trumpets silver sound is still, Tlie warder silent on the hill! Oh, think, how to his latest day,When Death, just hovering, claimed his j)rey,With Palinures unaltered at his dangerous post he stood;Each call for needful rest dying hand the rudder held,Till, in his fall, with fateful sway,The steerage of the realm gave way !Then, while on Britains thousand unpolluted church peaceful bells neer sent aroundThe bloody tocsins maddening still, upon the hallowed the swains to praise and pray;While faith and civil peace are dear,Grace this cold marble with a tear, —He, who preserved them, Pitt, lies here. Nor yet suppress the generous his rival slumbers nigh ;Nor be thy requiescat it lie said oer Foxs tomb;.
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