Two heroes bright our eyes behold, The man of battles young and bold, That fired the soul of half the world, And in its van his flag unfurled; The old commander, stern and sage, That foiled the conqueror in his rage, And crushed the power of mighty France, And drove her armies from our chance. In storm and fight, by sea and land, The foremost ever in command, Lord Nelson led the fearless fray, And dealt the deadly blow away, Till Trafalgar's dread field he won, And died, his country's matchless son. The stately Duke in age advanced, But never for a moment blenched, And still, as youth's impatient glow, Moved on the march, or grappled foe; At Assaye and at Waterloo, He showed what British hearts can do; And won a deathless name that rings In thunder to the King of Kings. Ah, glorious time of hope and pride, When Nelson and when Wellington died! Ye sons of England, keep their fame, And love their glory and their name; And as their sacred dust ye guard, So keep the trust of great reward, That never by a dastard stroke Their honours ye in shame revoke. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE TO A CATY-DID by PHILIP FRENEAU BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: AZRAEL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MILTONIC by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT |