DIRGE OF NELSON.

By William Lisle Bowles

Toll Nelson's knell! a soul more brave

Ne'er triumphed on the green-sea wave!

Sad o'er the hero's honoured grave,

Toll Nelson's knell!

The ball of Death unerring flew;

His cheek has lost its ardent hue;

He sinks, amid his gallant crew!

Toll Nelson's knell!

Yet lift, brave chief, thy dying eyes;

Hark! loud huzzas around thee rise;

Aloft the flag of conquest flies!

The day is won!

The day is won — peace to the brave!

But whilst the joyous streamers wave,

We'll think upon the victor's grave!

Peace to the brave!