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Written for a Young Gentleman to speak at the Audit	A
at St Saviour's School Southwark after the Battle of Trafalgar	B
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While others from the Greek and Roman page	C
Declare the prudent councils of the sage	C
Or in recital of achievements bold	D
Retrace the motives and the deeds of old	D
I in the accents of my native clime	E
And at the moment shaking hands with Time	E
I whom our recent loss forbids to roam	E
Shall plant my mourning standard nearer home	E
At the sad shrine where gallant Nelson sleeps	F
Where Britain bends her lofty head and weeps	F
Deeply lamenting that she cannot prove	G
The fond excess of dearly purchas'd love	H
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Is there a callous mind that does not feel	I
An anxious interest in the public weal	I
Is there a heart that pities not the brave	J
To whom luxuriant laurels hide the grave	J
A grief unwing'd yet unconsol'd by pride	K
A tongue that said not when our hero died	K
While bitter tears that glorious loss deplore	L
The man who lov'd his country is no more	L
No in each eye the glowing trophies fade	M
Each sign of triumph seems a vain parade	M
The aching sigh to conquering shouts succeeds	N
And Victory assumes a widow's weeds	N
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Some wily chieftain building up a name	E
May fight for immortality and fame	E
Time may embalm his valour or his art	O
And History shew the coldness of a heart	O
Which emulous of grandeur and a throne	P
Acts for itself its own low self alone	P
And in the inner chambers of the mind	Q
Broods over plans to subjugate mankind	Q
There fondly bends each nation to his sway	R
That he may rule and all beside obey	R
Haply the mighty fabric may arise	S
Vast in its bulk and aiming at the skies	S
Till Wisdom viewing the enormous pile	I
Admires the madness of a man the while	I
Who labours with incessant toil and skill	I
To feed Ambition discontented still	I
And for that serpent in his bosom curl'd	T
Erects a temple fit to hold the world	T
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Though such a chief a deathless wreath may crown	U
Though he may win a sterile hard renown	U
His name shall ne'er a sudden glow impart	O
Nor make the tear of admiration start	O
Ne'er in his plaudits shall warm blessings join	V
None cry The triumph of that man is mine	W
But when his greatness crumbles in the dust	X
Coldly exclaim Lo Providence is just	X
Far different is the patriot warrior's lot	Y
He may in Time's long journey be forgot	Y
Though many generations shall decay	R
Ere England's love to Nelson wears away	R
But if at length successive years should cast	Z
The mist of distance upon ages past	Z
And fathers what themselves have witness'd tell	I
Of those who yet shall serve their country well	I
Memory and Knowledge shall dispel the gloom	E
And shed strong light on every honour'd tomb	E
To lift the spirit when our courage fail	I
When worth departed future ages hail	I
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And ye compeers who in the classic page	C
Do homage to the hero and the sage	C
Whose hearts at base and cruel actions bleed	A2
But rise triumphant at a noble deed	A2
Forbear from Duty's anxious side to stray	R
But follow bravely when she leads the way	R
Follow with head and heart as Nelson fought	B2
Be vigilant like him in act and thought	B2
Then as the lark mounts upwards in the skies	S
Early in life's fair morning will you rise	S
Expand bold pinions nearest to the sun	C2
And claim the meed of glory fairly won	C2

Matilda Betham

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