For thy shipmates are brave, and a Hero’s their chief.
Look round on these trophies, the pride of the Main;
They were snatch’d by their valour from Gallia and Spain.
Behold yonder fragment: ’tis sacred to fame;
’Midst the waves of old Nile it was saved from the flame—
The flame that destroy’d the new glories of France,
When Providence vanquish’d the friends of blind Chance.
Those arms the San Josef once claim’d as her own,
Ere Nelson and Britons her pride had o’erthrown.
That plume, too, evinces that still they excel—