Nelson.
An Old Man-o’-War’s-Man’s Yarn.

Ay, ay, good neighbours, I have seen1
                        
                        Him !  sure as God’s my life ;2
                        
                        One of his chosen crew I’ve been ;3
                        
                        Haven’t I, old goodwife ?4
                        
                        God bless your dear eyes !  didn’t you vow5
                        
                        To marry me any weather,6
                        
                        If I came back with limbs enow7
                        
                        To keep my soul together ?8
                        Brave as a lion was our Nel,9
                        
                        And gentle as a lamb :10
                        
                        Tell you it warms my blood to tell11
                        
                        The tale—grey as I am—12
                        
                        It makes the old life in me climb,13
                        
                        It sets my soul a-swim ;14
                        
                        I live twice over every time15
                        
                        That I can talk of him.16
                        Our best beloved of all the brave17
                        
                        That ever for freedom fought ;18
                        
                        And all his wonders of the wave19
                        
                        For fatherland were wrought !20
                        
                        He was the manner of man to show21
                        
                        How victories may be won ;22
                        
                        So swift, you scarcely saw the blow ;23
                        
                        You look’d—the deed was done.24
                        
You should have seen him as he trod25
                        
                        The deck, our joy, and pride !26
                        
                        You should have seen him, like a god27
                        
                        Of storm, his war-horse ride !28
                        
                        You should have seen him as he stood29
                        
                        Fighting for his good land,30
                        
                        With all the iron of soul and blood31
                        
                        Turned to a sword in hand.32
                        He sailed his ships for work; he bore33
                        
                        His sword for battle-wear;34
                        
                        His creed was  “ Best man to the fore!”35
                        
                        And he was always there.36
                        
                        Up any peak of peril where37
                        
                        There was but room for one:38
                        
                        The only thing he did not dare39
                        
                        Was any death to shun.40
                        The Nelson touch his men he taught,41
                        
                        And his great stride to keep ;42
                        
                        His faithful fellows round him fought43
                        
                        A thousand heroes deep.44
                        
                        With a red pride of life, and hot45
                        
                        For him, their blood ran free ;46
                        
                        They  “ minded not the showers of shot,47
                        
                        No more than peas,” said he.48
                        The tyrant saw our sea-king thwart49
                        
                        His landing on our isle ;50
                        
                        He gnashed his teeth, he gnawed his heart,51
                        
                        At Nelson of the Nile,52
                        
                        Who set his fleet in flames, to light53
                        
                        The lion to his prey,54
                        
                        And lead destruction through the night55
                        
                        Upon his dreadful way.56
                        Around the world he drove his game,57
                        
                        And ran his glorious race,58
                        
                        Nor rested till he hunted them59
                        
                        From off the ocean’s face ;60
                        
                        Like that old war-dog, who, till death,61
                        
                        Hung to the vessel’s side62
                        
                        Till hands were lopped, and then with teeth63
                        
                        He held on till he died.64
                        Oh, he could do the deeds that set65
                        
                        Old fighters’ hearts a-fire;66
                        
                        The edge of every spirit whet,67
                        
                        And every arm inspire.68
                        
                        Yet I have seen upon his face69
                        
                        The tears that, as they roll,70
                        
                        Show what a light of saintly grace71
                        
                        May clothe a sailor’s soul.72
                        And when our darling went to meet73
                        
                        Trafalgar’s Judgment-day,74
                        
                        The people knelt down in the street75
                        
                        To bless him on his way.76
                        
                        He felt the country of his love77
                        
                        Watching him from afar ;78
                        
                        It saw him through the battle move :79
                        
                        His heaven was in that star !80
                        Magnificently glorious sight81
                        
                        It was in that great dawn !82
                        
                        Like one vast sapphire flashing light,83
                        
                        The sea, just breathing, shone !84
                        
                        Their ships, fresh painted, stood up tall85
                        
                        And stately :  ours were grim86
                        
                        And weatherworn, but one and all87
                        
                        In rare good fighting trim.88
                        Our spirits all were flying light,89
                        
                        And into battle sped,90
                        
                        Straining for it on wings of might,91
                        
                        With feet of springy tread ;92
                        
                        The battle shone on every face ;93
                        
                        Its fire in every eye ;94
                        
                        Our sailor blood at swiftest pace95
                        
                        To catch the victory nigh.96
                        His proudly-wasted face, wave-worn,97
                        
                        Was beaming and serene ;98
                        
                        I felt the brave, bright spirit burn99
                        
                        There, all too plainly seen ;100
                        
                        As though the sword this time was drawn101
                        
                        For ever from the sheath,102
                        
                        And when its work to-day was done103
                        
                        All would be dark in death.104
                        His deep eyes glowed like lamps of night105
                        
                        Set in the porch of power ;106
                        
                        The deed unborn was kindled bright107
                        
                        Within them at that hour !108
                        
                        The purpose, welded at white heat,109
                        
                        Cried, like some visible Fate,110
                        
                        “ To-day, we must not merely beat ;111
                        
                        We must annihilate.”112
                        He smiled to see the Frenchman show113
                        
                        His reckoning for retreat,114
                        
                        With Cadiz port on his lee-bow ;115
                        
                        And held him then half-beat.116
                        
                        They showed no colours, till we drew117
                        
                        Them out to strike with there !118
                        
                        Old Victory, for a prize or two,119
                        
                        Had flags enough to spare.120
                        Mast-high the famous signal ran ;121
                        
                        Breathless we caught each word :122
                        
                        “ England expects that every man123
                        
                        Will do his duty.” Lord,124
                        
                        You should have seen our faces ! heard125
                        
                        Us cheering, row on row,126
                        
                        Like men before some furnace stirred127
                        
                        To a fiery fearful glow !128
                        Good Collingwood our Iee-line led,129
                        
                        And cut their centre through.130
                        
                        “ See how he goes in!” Nelson said,131
                        
                        As his first broadside flew,132
                        
                        And near four hundred foemen fell.133
                        
                        Up went another cheer.134
                        
                        “Ah, what would Nelson give,” said Coll,135
                        
                        “But to be with us here !”136
                        We grimly kept our vanward path ;137
                        
                        Over us hummed their shot ;138
                        
                        But, silently, we reined our wrath,139
                        
                        Held on, and answered not,140
                        
                        Till we could grip them face to face,141
                        
                        And pound them for our own,142
                        
                        Or hug them in a war embrace,143
                        
                        Till they or we went down.144
                        How calm he was !  when first he felt145
                        
                        The sharp edge of that fight.146
                        
                        Cabined with God alone he knelt ;147
                        
                        The prayer still lay in light148
                        
                        Upon his face, that used to shine149
                        
                        In battle—flash with life,150
                        
                        As though the glorious blood ran wine,151
                        
                        Dancing with that wild strife.152
                        “ Fight for us, thou Almighty One !153
                        
                        Give victory once again !154
                        
                        And if I fall, thy will be done.155
                        
                        Amen, Amen, Amen !”156
                        
                        With such a voice he bade good-by,157
                        
                        The mournfullest old smile wore :158
                        
                        “ Farewell! God bless you, Blackwood, I159
                        
                        Shall never see you more.”160
                        And four hours after, he had done161
                        
                        With winds and troubled foam.162
                        
                        The Reaper was borne dead upon163
                        
                        Our load of harvest home.164
                        
                        
Not till he knew the old flag flew165
                        
                        Alone on all the deep ;166
                        
                        Then said he,  “ Hardy, is that you ? 167
                        
                        Kiss me.” And fell asleep.168
                        Well, ’twas his chosen death below169
                        
                        The deck in triumph trod ; 170
                        
                        ’Tis well. A sailor’s soul should go171
                        
                        From his good ship to God.172
                        
                        He would have chosen death aboard,173
                        
                        From all the crowns of rest ;174
                        
                        And burial with the patriot sword175
                        
                        Upon the victor’s breast.176
                        “ Not a great sinner.” No, dear heart,177
                        
                        God grant in our death-pain,178
                        
                        We may have 1 as well our part,179
                        
                        And feel as free from stain.180
                        
                        We see the spots on such a star,181
                        
                        Because it burned so bright ;182
                        
                        But on the side next God they are183
                        
                        All lost in greater light.184
                        And so he went upon his way,185
                        
                        A higher deck to walk,186
                        
                        Or sit in some eternal day,187
                        
                        And of the old time talk188
                        
                        With sailors old, who, on that coast,189
                        
                        Welcome the homeward bound ;190
                        
                        Where many a gallant soul we’ve lost,191
                        
                        And Franklin will be found.192
                        Where amidst London’s roar and moil193
                        
                        That Cross of Peace upstands,194
                        
                        Like martyr with his heavenward smile,195
                        
                        And flame-lit, lifted hands,196
                        
                        There lies the dark and mouldered dust ;197
                        
                        But that magnanimous198
                        
                        And mighty seaman’s soul, I trust,199
                        
                        Is living yet with us.200