Now to glorious burial slowly borne,
Follow’d by the brave of other lands,
He, on whom from both her open hands 195
Lavish Honour shower’d all her stars,
And affluent Fortune emptied all her horn.
Yea, let all good things await
Him who cares not to be great,
But as he saves or serves the state. 200
Not once or twice in our rough island-story,
The path of duty was the way to glory: