Unheard, the deep foundations of the main
Shall tremble, when the hostile squadrons join:
Since grief, fatigue, and hazards still molest
The wandering vassals of the faithless deep;
Oh! happier now escaped to endless rest,
Than we who still survive to wake, and weep:
What though no funeral pomp, no borrowed tear,
Your hour of death to gazing crowds shall toll;
Nor weeping friends attend your sable bier,
Who sadly listen to the passing bell;