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The Captain As the Vanguard drifted past her, "Well done, Captain," Jervis cried,

Rang the cheers of men that conquered, ran the blood of men that died,

And the ship had won her immortality.

Lo! here her progeny of steel and steam,

A funnelled monster at her mooring swings:

Still, in our hearts, we see her pennant stream,

And "Well done, Captain," like a trumpet rings. [13]