Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 39 1833.pdf/2



!—we give thee to the wave, Red with life-blood of the brave; Thou shalt find a noble grave,— Fare thee well!

Sleep!—thy billowy field is won! Proudly may the funeral gun, Midst the hush at set of sun, Boom thy knell.

Lonely, lonely is thy bed! Never there may tear be shed, Marble rear'd, or brother's head Bow'd to weep.

Yet thy record on the sea, Borne through battle high and free, Long the red-cross flag shall be,— Sleep, oh! sleep!