On the dark wave!
[162] See note to the “Green Isles of Ocean.”
THE HIRLAS HORN.
Fill high the blue hirlas that shines like the wave[163]
When sunbeams are bright on the spray of the sea;
And bear thou the rich foaming mead to the brave,
The dragons of battle, the sons of the free!
To those from whose spears, in the shock of the fight,
A beam, like heaven’s lightning,[164] flash’d over the field;
To those who came rushing as storms in their might,