The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began,

The Combat Deepens. On, Ye Brave, Who Rush To Glory Or The Grave! Wave, Munich! All Thy Banners Wave, And Charge With All Thy Chivalry!

His Faithful Dog Salutes The Smiling Guest.

But Sad As Angels For The Good Man's Sin, Weep To Record, And Blush To Give It In.

Ye Mariners Of England! That Guard Our Native Seas; Whose Flag Has Braved A Thousand Years, The Battle And The Breeze!

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.