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Thine was the towering soul, disdaining fear, And fatal valor, clos'd thy bright career!

Illustrious Leader! in that hour of fate, When hope and terror near the suff'rer wait; When the pale cheek and fading eye proclaim The last, long struggle of the trembling frame; When the fierce death-pang vibrates every sense, And fainting nature shudders in suspense; E'en then thy bosom felt the patriot-flame, Still beat the quivering pulse at Albion's name! In that dread hour thy thoughts to Albion flew, Thy parting thrill of life, thy latest throb was true!

Illustrious Leader! on that awful day, When war and horror frown'd, in dark array; When vengeance wav'd her fire-flag o'er the slain, And carnage hover'd o'er Corunna's plain; Faint with fatigue and streaming with their blood, How nobly firm thy band of heroes stood!