Such kindred with the Hero as we claim?—
For we all mourn a Brother in the Dead,
Although from France he drew his birth and name;
Honour to France, increased by Bellot's fame.
Shall that fame have no other monument
Than pile of toppling ice-crags for a tomb,
A frostwork chantry, where, through cleft and rent,
The north wind sings his dirge, and sunless gloom
The Northern Lights are cressets to illume?
He died for England—so did one who might