To have gazed on the dizen'd-out little dark man.
That Order, of Heroes the dying bequest,
Its ribbon that blush'd as it cover'd his breast;
The Star and the Badge that tried valour should wear,
As if he had earn'd them, he took to his share:
Like a pigmy he climb'd up on Honour's high tree,
And blazon'd his name with a large K. C. B.
Now the battle of battles was won!!—O'er his foes
Triumphant the lion of England arose,
And gave peace to the world.—No longer, 'twas plain,