Classic Poem

Hill ! whose high daring with renewed success
Hath cheered our tardy war, what time the cloud
Of expectation, dark and comfortless,
Hung on the mountains; and yon factious crowd
Blasphemed their country's valour, babbling loud!
Then was thine arm revealed, to whose young might,
By Toulon's leaguered wall, the fiercest bowed
Whom Egypt honoured, and the dubious fight
Of sad Corunna's winter, and more bright
Douro, and Talavera's gory bays;
Wise, modest, brave, in danger foremost found. —
O still, young warrior, may thy toil-earned praise,
With England's love, and England's honour crowned,
Gild with delight thy Father's latter days!