In many a fierce and noble fight,

Though foil'd on that Egyptian night,
⁠When Gallia's host was drown'd,
And Nelson o'er his country's foes,
Like the destroying angel rose.

A gay and gallant company,
⁠With shouts that rend the air,
For warrior-wreaths upon the sea,
⁠Their joyful brows prepare;
But many a maiden's sigh was sent,
And many a mother's blessing went,
⁠And many a father's prayer,
With that exulting ship to sea,
With that undaunted company.

The deep, that, like a cradled child,
⁠In breathing slumber lay,
More warmly blush'd, more sweetly smiled,
⁠As rose the kindling day;