Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Who is he that cometh, Hke an honourd guest,With banner and with music, with soldier and with priest,With a nation weeping, and breaking on my rest ?Mighty Seaman, this is heWas great by land as thou by island loves thee well, thou famous man,The greatest sailor since our world , to the roll of mufBed thee the greatest soldier comes ;For this is he Was great by land as thou by sea ;His foes were thine ; he kept us free ;O give him welcome, this is heWorthy of our gorgeous worthy
Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Who is he that cometh, Hke an honourd guest,With banner and with music, with soldier and with priest,With a nation weeping, and breaking on my rest ?Mighty Seaman, this is heWas great by land as thou by island loves thee well, thou famous man,The greatest sailor since our world , to the roll of mufBed thee the greatest soldier comes ;For this is he Was great by land as thou by sea ;His foes were thine ; he kept us free ;O give him welcome, this is heWorthy of our gorgeous worthy to be laid by thee ;For this is Englands greatest son,He that gaind a hundred fights,Nor ever lost an English gun ;This is he that far awayAgainst the myriads of AssayeClashd with his fiery few and won ;And underneath another sun,Warring on a later affrighted Lisbon drewThe treble works, the vast designsOf his labourd he greatly stood at bay,Whence he issued forth ever great and greater grew, i. MUFFLED DRUMS.(303) 304 Ode oji the Death of Beating from the wasted vines Back to France her banded swarms, Back to France with countless blows, Till oer the hills l:er eagles flew Beyond the Pyrenean pines, Followd up in valley and glen With blare of bugle, clamour of men. Roll of cannon and clash of arms, And England pouring on her foes. Such a war had such a close. Again their ravening eagle rose In anger, wheeld on Europe-shadowing wings. And barking for the thrones of kings ; Till one that sought but Dutys iron crown On that loud sabbath shook the spoiler down; A day of onsets of despair ! Dashd on every rocky square Their surging charges foamd themselves away ; Last, the Prussian trumpet blew ; Thro the long-tormented air Heaven flashd a sudden jubilant ray, And down we swept and charged and overthrew. So great a soldier taught us there, What long-enduring hearts could do In that world-earthquake, Waterloo ! Mighty Seaman tender and true, A
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