YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND: A NAVAL ODE. I. YE Mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, II. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave!· For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, While the stormy winds do blow; And the stormy winds do blow. III. Britannia needs no bulwarks, Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow: When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. IV. The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, When the storm has ceased to blow; ON Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, . But redder yet that light shall glow And bloodier yet the torrent flow 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hún, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, ! Who rush to glory, or or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, · And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few, shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. GLENARA. O HEARD ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, Glenara came first with the mourners and shroud; In silence they reach'd over mountain and moor, "And tell me, I charge you! ye clan of my spouse, "I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her shroud," Cried a voice from the kinsmen, all wrathful and loud; "And empty that shroud, and that coffin did seem :: Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!” N |