THOMAS CAMPBELL
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 to blow.
��59 1 The Battle of the Baltic
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 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
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