BATTLE OF THE BALTIC. I. OF F 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 gan the lighted brand, In a bold determin'd hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. II. 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; For a time.- III. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak,' our captains cried; when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun IV. 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 ceas'd-and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail; Or, in conflagration pale, Light the gloom. V. Outspoke the victor then, As he hail'd them o'er the wave, So peace instead of death let us bring. 'To our king.' VI. Then Denmark blest our chief, And the sounds of joy and grief, As death withdrew his shades from the day. While the sun look'd smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away. VII. Now joy, old England, raise! While the wine cup shines in light; Let us think of them that sleep, By thy wild and stormy steep, G VIII. Brave hearts! to Britain's pride On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou:* Soft sigh the winds of heav'n o'er their grave! And the mermaid's song condoles, Of the brave! * Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good, by Lord Nelson, when he wrote home his des patches. LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound, Cries, Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound, Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, 'Oh I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, 'And fast before her father's men 'Three days we've fled together, His horsemen hard behind us ride; |