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A stormy midnight watch, he thought,

Than this sojourn would have been dearer, If but the storm his vessel brought

To England nearer.
At last, when care had banished sleep,

He saw one morning-dreaming—doating, An empty hogshead from the deep

Come shoreward floating;
He hid it in a cave, and wrought

The live-long day laborious; lurking
Until he launched a tiny boat

By mighty working.
Heaven help us! 'twas a thing beyond

Description, wretched: such a wherry
Perhaps ne'er ventured on a pond,

Or crossed a ferry.
For ploughing in the salt-sea field,

It would have made the boldest shudder; Untarred, uncompassed, and unkeeled,

No sail-no rudder.

From neighb'ring woods he interlaced

His sorry skiff with wattled willows;
And thus equipped he would have passed

The foaming billows-
But Frenchmen caught him on the beach,

His little Argo sorely jeering;
Till tidings of him chanced to reach

Napoleon's hearing.

With folded arms Napoleon stood,

Serene alike in peace and danger; And, in his wonted attitude,

Addressed the stranger :

'Rash man, that wouldst yon Channel pass

On twigs and staves so rudely fashioned; Thy heart with some sweet British lass

Must be impassioned.'

'I have no sweetheart,' said the lad;

‘But-absent long from one anotherGreat was the longing that I had

To see my mother.'

And so thou shalt,' Napoleon said,

‘Ye've both my favour fairly won; A noble mother must have bred

So brave a son.'

He gave the tar a piece of gold,

And, with a flag of truce, commanded He should be shipped to England Old,

And safely landed.

Our sailor oft could scantly shift

To find a dinner, plain and hearty; But never changed the coin and gift

Of Bonaparté.



Ye Mariners of England !
That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved a thousand years
The battle and the breeze!
Your glorious standard launch again
To match another foe!
And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

The spirits of your fathers
Shall start from every wave!
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And Ocean was their grave:
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell
Your manly hearts shall glow,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain-waves,
Her home is on the deep.
With thunders from her native oak
She quells the floods below,

As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn;
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean warriors !

and feast shall flow
To the fame of your name,
When the storm has ceased to blow;
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.



OF Nelson and the North
Sing the glorious day's renown,
When to battle fierce came forth
All the might of Denmark's crown,
And her arms along the deep proudly shone;
By each gun the lighted brand
In a bold determined hand,
And the Prince of all the land
Led them on.
Like leviathans afloat,
Lay their bulwarks on the brine;

While the sign of battle flew
On the lofty British line:
It was ten of April morn by the chime:
As they drifted on their path,
There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.
But the might of England flushed
To anticipate the scene;
And her van the fleeter rushed
O’er the deadly space between.
'Hearts of oak!' our captains cried; when each

From its adamantine lips
Spread a death-shade round the ships,
Like the hurricane eclipse
Of the sun.
Again! again! again!
And the havoc did not slack,
Till a feeble cheer the Dane,
To our cheering sent us back;-
Their shots along the deep slowly boom :
Then cease—and all is wail,
As they strike the shattered sail;
Or, in conflagration pale
Light the gloom.
Now joy, Old England, raise
For the tidings of thy might,
By the festal cities' blaze,
Whilst the wine-cup shines in light;

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