Like him have perished, yet not so have died;
And when his spirit wakened into light,
Nelson, perhaps, was first that welcome cried,
Remembering what like fate his youth defied.
But had the floe ingulfed that fearless boy
Chasing the sea-bear on its faithless track;
Our more than Hector—for he saved our Troy—
It then had been our heavy doom to lack:
And Valour, unrenowned, had gone to wrack.
Not so with him in glorious fight who fell,