O the precipice Titanic Of the congregated Fall, And the angle oceanic Where the deepening thunders call - And the Gorge so grim, And the firmamental rim! Multitudinously thronging...
They said that Fame her clarion dropped Because great deeds were done no more - That even Duty knew no shining ends, And Glory - 'twas a fallen star! But battle can heroes and bards restore....
The men who here in harness died Fell not in vain, though in defeat. They by their end well fortified The Cause, and built retreat (With memory of their valor tried)...
Yon black man-of-war-hawk that wheels in the light O'er the black ship's white sky-s'l, sunned cloud to the sight, Have we low-flyers wings to ascend to his height? No arrow can reach him; nor thought can attain...