Yes, faith is a goodly anchor;
  When skies are sweet as a psalm,
At the bows it lolls so stalwart,
  In its bluff, broad-shouldered calm.

And when over breakers to leeward
  The tattered surges are hurled,
It may keep our head to the tempest,...

Blue gulf all around us,
  Blue sky overhead—
Muster all on the quarter,
  We must bury the dead!

It is but a Danish sailor,
  Rugged of front and form;
A common son of the forecastle,
  Grizzled with sun and storm.

His name,...

   “And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.”—DEUTERONOMY xxxiv. 6.

BY Nebo’s lonely mountain,
On this side Jordan’s wave,
In a vale in the land of Moab,
There lies a lonely grave...

        UPON St. Michael’s Isle
        They laid him for awhile
That he might feel the Ocean’s full embrace,
            And wedded be
            To that wide sea—
  The subject and the passion of his race.
    As Thetis, from some lovely...

[Corunna, Spain, January 16, 1809]
NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
  As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
  O’er the grave where our hero we buried.

We buried him darkly, at dead of night,
  ...

All day long the storm of battle through the startled valley swept;
All night long the stars in heaven o’er the slain sad vigils kept.

O, the ghastly upturned faces gleaming whitely through the night!
O, the heaps of mangled corses in that dim sepulchral light!

...
Poet: Anonymous

   AS, bowed by sudden storms, the rose

      Sinks on the garden's breast,

   Down to the grave our brother goes,

      In silence there to rest.


   No more with us his tuneful voice

      The hymn of...

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