“Welcome, old comrade,” Lawrence cries;

“Ah, Stewart, tell us of the wars!

Who win the glory and the scars?

How floats the skyey flag,—how many stars?

Still speak they of Decatur’s name,

Of Bainbridge’s and Perry’s fame?

Of me, who earliest came?

Make ready, all:

Room for the Admiral!

Come, Stewart, tell us of the wars!”