SELECTIONS -IN ENGLISH POETRY
Let the bell be toll'd :
And a reverent people behold
The towering ear, the sable steeds : 55
Bright let it be with its blazon Jd deeds,
Dark in its funeral fold;
Let the bell be tolled :
And a deeper knell in the heart be knoll'd;
And the sound of the sorrowing anthem rolPd 60
Thro' the dome of the golden cross ;
And the volleying cannon thunder his loss;
He knew their voices of old.
For many a time in many a clime
His captain's ear has heard them boom 65
Bellowing victory, bellowing doom:
When he with those deep voices wrought,
Guarding realms and kings from shame;
With those deep voices our dead captain taught
The tyrant, and asserts his claim 70
In that dread sound to the great name,
Which he has worn so pure of blame,
In praise and dispraise the same,
A man of well-attemper'd frame.
O civic muse, to such a name, 75
To such a name for ages long,
To such a name,
Preserve a broad approach of fame,
And ever-echoing avenues of song.
VI
Who is he that cometh, like an honour'd guest, go
With banner and with music, with soldier and with
priest,
With a nation weeping, and breaking on my rest ?
Mighty Seaman, this is he
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