Achieved a name that never lost its spell

Over your country's heart;—

Who saw your work accomplished ere at length

Shadows of evening fell, and creeping Time

Had bent your stature or resolved the strength

That kept its manhood prime;—

Great was your life, and great the end you made,

As through the plunging seas that whelmed your head

Your spirit passed, unconquered, unafraid,

To join the gallant dead.