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ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.
Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying none were blest.
Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond the reign of death,
Where life is not a breath ;
There is a world above,
A long eternity of love,
Formed for the good alone;
Thus star by star declines, .
Til all are past away :
To pure and perfect day:
YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved, a thousand year, The battle, and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.
The spirits of your fathers
As ye sweep through the deep,
Britannia needs no bulwark,
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 ! Our song 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 .. blow.
On Linden, when the sun was low,
And dark as winter was the flow
But Linden saw another sight,
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Then shook the hills with thunder riven,
But redder yet that light shall glow,
Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
The combat deepens. On! ye brave,
Few, few, shall part where many meets