DEATH OF NELSON.— WEST.

By William Lisle Bowles

Turn to Britannia's triumphs on the main:

See Nelson, pale and fainting,‘ mid the slain,

Whilst Victory sighs, stern in the garb of war,

And points through clouds the rocks of Trafalgar!

Here cease the strain; but while thy hulls shall ride,

Britain, dark shadowing the tumultuous tide,

May other Nelsons, on the sanguine main,

Guide, like a god, the battle's hurricane;

And when the funeral's transient pomp is past,

High hung the banner, hushed the battle's blast,

May the brave character to ages shine,

And Genius consecrate the immortal shrine!