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 Howard and Drake—a stately band—

Sir Walter, Anson, Hawkins bold:

By all the martial blazonry

Of Blake's great battles, and the roar

Of Jervis, thundering through the sea:

With Rodney, Hood, and fifty more:

To him, the bravest, gentlest, best,

Duty's dear Hero, Britain's star—

The chieftain of the dauntless breast,

Nelson, our Thunderbolt of War!

We saw him gathering sword by sword

On conquered decks from Don and Dane,

We saw him, Victory's laurelled Lord,

Rend the French battle-line a-twain:

We saw the coat, the vest, he wore

In thick of dread Trafalgar's day:

The blood-stains, and the ball which tore

Shoulder-gold, lace, and life away.